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About Me: I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
That's right, I performed it. There was an Open Mic at the Masquers Coffee House here on campus last night.
posted by Jill at 3:21 PM
Sunday, June 1, 2008
I'mma just post poetry here from now on.
Do Not Touch
Rap music blaring
On the old Hyundai stereo
Speeding recklessly along
Brakes screeching
Metal crashing
Their bodies are thrown
Like rag dolls
An accidental suicide
Because they couldn’t resist
The temptation to drink
What was labeled
“Do not touch.”
Do Not Touch
Rap music blaring
On the old Hyundai stereo
Speeding recklessly along
Brakes screeching
Metal crashing
Their bodies are thrown
Like rag dolls
An accidental suicide
Because they couldn’t resist
The temptation to drink
What was labeled
“Do not touch.”
Labels: alcohol, do, driving, drunk, not, poetry, resist, speeding, touch