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   Sleepless Poetry by Rachael
   I have some poems I wrote.  I save them for stories, when I don't steal
from Keats.  But I've been sitting here having a bagel and I thought I'd
post something.  Just Because. 
   I have a pet.  But it's not a real one, it's just a goldfish.  Pretty
lame.  Here is a poem I wrote for him.  I don't think I'll ever need a
goldfish poem in any of the stories I write.  At least around here. 
   The Goldfish 
   Fragile glass and giant tear, Define the lens and disappear, Magical and
secretly,A moment lost in mystery; While my heart with urgent beat, Strains
against the night to meet, I press my lips to mirror'd gaze, And in that
touch the cold betrays: How distant must our worlds seem,Thine of tears and
mine of dreams; Escape!  I cry in lonely night, Seek my love, that splendid
light, Promised thee with child eyes, Remember'd still in golden guise.
   And this one is really short.  I like 4 line poems a lot.  Brevity is
something I struggle with.  That's probably why I liked being Plagiarist so
much.  This one is just kind of a lonely poem.  I didn't name it. 
   how weary is the evening how like my heart this day the chill of lonely
moonlight when the sun is gone away
   And lastly, this one is about me.  I like the duality of the individual
theme.  I use it a lot in my stories.  This one I would probably use in a
story, so maybe you'll see it again.  Maybe not.  No title for this one
either.  Ahhhhh...I changed my mind, I'll give you my "hate poem instead.
But I didn't give it a title either.  "The Hate Poem" was just too
obvious. 
   I hate you and you and that guy too and going to the zoo and a too tight
shoe and the flu and all you do No...I take that back...  I like the zoo.
But not you.
   So there's 3 poems.  I think all good things come in three's.  The
Chinese think that too.  The luckiest Chinese number is 27 (that's 3 3's 3
times).  The 27th was my birthday too.  Kind of a coincidence, but not much
of one. 
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Sleepless Poetry