papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

super sloppy sonnet 04/17/2014

Filed under: sloppy sonnet,sonnet — paperslightertext @ 4:50 am

“Hello, my name is Juliet.”
This intro is inevitably met
With the question “Who’s your Romeo?”
Well, if you really want to know,

I’d be sincere, but truth be told
You’d much prefer a lie.
Growing up in Ohio I’d say, “I’m gay,”
But here no one bats an eye.

My friends prefer to call me Jules
Besides, I’m not really gay
But panromantic and asexual,
So when they ask about Romeo I just say

You know, I’m not holding my breath.
I don’t care about Romeo: just Juliet.

 

dual sonnet 2 10/06/2013

Filed under: sloppy sonnet,sonnet — paperslightertext @ 11:33 pm

You like me despite my star sign, Leo
My tendency toward displays of inflated ego
Despite my resemblance to Michael Cera
Or my penchant for smiling at you from afar

Insinuated tidbits, a series of little hints,
Subtle signals unique as fingerprints.
All the while, a swift and silent tension
Built upon until upended by confession

Resulting in an expression of reciprocation
Followed up with an addendum of hesitation
“I think I have a crush on you too, maybe,
But I can’t do anything about it.” Lady,

If you decide that something must be done
I’m open to whatever you think is fun.

 

dual sonnet 1 10/05/2013

Filed under: sloppy sonnet,sonnet — paperslightertext @ 1:21 pm

Teenaged prophecies coming true
A celestial showdown to ensue,
Stars that eventually aligned,
To spell a name now maligned

In memories altered
At Science’s altar
Parallels emerging clear,
The intersect of hope and fear

Along a marker graph drawn on an arm
Your arm I’d come to love then harm
Luminosity divided by area
When sober you were wary of

Pseudoscience, false dichotomies, astrology,
Evolutionary psychology– preferring astronomy.

 

blown over 04/12/2011

Filed under: sloppy sonnet — paperslightertext @ 9:15 pm

Pacific rim, O ring of fire,
Perched on Nature’s lip
What ardent ire is desire
Hot and bothered by a quip

Erupting ash might spew
from its chimney with care
One would hope it might avoid
Poor old Pioneer Square

Which is quite close for comfort
To the Columbia Tower
Rumored terrorists would bomb
at the Oft Remembered hour

Pick your poison, so they say
Goes the time-tested cliche.