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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Pure Bone

Water crashing
Murdering
Foam slapping
Drills dents and holes.
A new storm,
Strength reborn.
Drastic
Shells out of reach
Killing
Roaring
Peel off new sand.

Simmering
Warming
Boiling pot.
Warning rushes
A lid to fit all.
Pushing it down.
Must. Not. Show.
Brewing, patience.
Rising smog.
Scorching fire.

Taut wire
Two supple hands.
Pull, slice, bleed
Almost a strangle.
Already tight.
Pierce cleanly,
Pure bone.
Scratch, gnaw
Chalky, crumbs.
An etching.
Snap.

Everyday a war
Bullets scars and battles
Nobody sleeps
The guard is always up.

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