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 most recent being:

Desire

The heat,
The intensity,
The dark,
The feeling,
The rush,

A room, black, barren, cobwebs hanging and fleshy moths feeding
On salty parchment and the still-juicy curtains
Cold permeating through grills
Below the door
Through the lock
Fighting the cracks -

And then a spark.
Alcoholic ignition and the catalyst
It grows, a hulk, consuming
Taking possession it sets the room alight
Long delicious flames
Licking caressing covering
Destroying -

And the room says
Take me
Destroy me
Bring me down with you.

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