her hitler hairdo.

I am Ave, an overworked underappreciated Law undergrad from Singapore. My blog is linked at the top of this main page. You must excuse the bareness of the layout - function over form, as the Bauhaus men put it. (Disregarding the fact that form itself is one such function.) And yes, the pink has been changed to something asexual.

I write poetry when I feel - many people do, actually - and I feel most when emotions are extreme. For censorship purposes, I shall withhold my list of such extreme emotions. This collection of my poetry dates back two years since I started writing properly. You will frequently come across lists upon lists of random yet related words. They are an everpresent reminder that I must one day know what they are to be properly called, in a focal literary sense.

But until then, I present to you Her Hitler Hairdo, and pray that you will be as destabilized reading my work as I was writing it.

Name: ave

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The bright surge
Desserts
Clean, white
Excelsior
Fire hot branding
An ice pack
Hiss truthfully
Swallow it, pale green
Swim in it
A fair exchange

Flawless but ugly
Darkened soft rings
Thick frigid cotton and
Tired hands

Rise to leave
Unconscious,
Royalty piled on their crowns
Almost twins
Myopic

Beige pink and brown
Pixels, matrices
Crying wretch
So small, so red
A mistake rectified

Flutter and flit
Paper protection
Dead, disinfected
A live ring.

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