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.

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Playground

The days dance
Excruciating as fallen confetti.
Silence is a siren,
Not the playground it used to be.

Hunger is a landfill
With no reserve price
For Lady Marionette
and her stringless idol;

They long to be engaged.

REPUGNANCE.

Gas, lipids coagulate
This ugly mossing vessel
Rises reluctantly, rays rueful
Contorted,
Conflated with everything fungal
Then suspension, now sunken
Sediment never looked so bad.

Possessed by my own soul,
Please exorcise the
Shell
I tear skin from skull

Room is sticky, campbell-smelling and oily
All parodies me.

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