Show of hands

[xp_emplate]

Whilst undoubtably on the lower side of odd for this particular environ, is it just me or has there been a certain lyrical upswing of late? A cursory inspection of the journals has revealed no less than three separate instances of inexplicable poesy, with some indication on the part of the participants that it is less than voluntary. Which strikes me as mildly, how should I put it . . . weird as sod.

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[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

It's claimed you as well? This is getting dire.

I also could write in verse
Though it makes me unusually terse,
But if solidarity makes you feel better
I shall hold to the letter
Though it mean concluding this promise with "purse."

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Now you're tempting me to try it,
But I fear 'twould be unkind.
So perhaps I should stay quiet
And go Tatiana to find.

[x-tatiana.livejournal.com]

I'm here. I've found that showers
are places without people
to hear me.

I don't even know you so
I don't know why you'd want to
find me, true.

Here I am, say what you will.
Just leave Marius out of
all of it.

I've already lost respect
if I had any to begin
with, with him.

Why did I have to say he
was hot? I wish mine could be
gone like Jean's.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Tat, truly, no worries. I assure you my respect for you remains undiminished; I am hardly one to fault you over a purely asthetic observation.

Additionally, of all the things I might (rightly) be referred to whilst the protective blanket of less-than-complete-truth is rent asunder, attractive is by far the least galling.

[x-tatiana.livejournal.com]

It was hardly purely looks,
Being that you're nice, funny,
and charming.






I think I'm going to go
and find some place to go be
alone, now.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

You may if you wish. There's no need to prolong your personal discomfort on my part. Nonetheless, my thanks for the additional compliments. It is always nice to know one's efforts are appreciated, though I will say I believe there are ways in which you are beyond my sordid little league. And, due to a famous lack of filter between thought and word, I find truths very rarely requires outside encouragement.