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.



The most recent being:
Pigskin

Relentless beats.
Sorrow resonating
Through lead and carbon.
The wooden pieces melt
Tearing
Apart
The clever veneer.

Candles, fourteen and black,
Burn with necessary evil.
Greenbacks and brown coins
Sneers jeers and cheers
Plates, liquid
Seethe, supernumerary.

Path:
Attic.

Relentless and flogging
Smoothness and fragility
Sands and winds and gold.

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