Bunnyrabbit's diary: +broken jpegs edition+

There are too many white women in Japanese music videos and this bothers me heavily.

Stupid unfinished poems. Usually I work on a poem the way a painter paints, with concentrated accuracy. Every word stacks on the other like a Jenga game. All of my towers, lately, have fallen. Or, like this one, fail to get off of the ground. It's not done. Incomplete. Bad form anyway. I sort of despise the slapdash rattled off poem that I see FAR too often. I like something that takes time and actual thought.

So where has my damn thought gone? I'm tired of getting 1 verse and maybe a few lines of another and then... bllllllllggg. Nothing.

- To MD, Wherever You Are-

I have been her once,
Dancing with the fire,
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop,
Playing with trains,
Building puzzles out of pills.

When they watch her
- swirling witch, fancy itch -
They form a church

See? Bbblllllgggg. Nothing. I know the feeling that I want, I know I want something that states the mesmerising effect the main character has on her onlookers but I'm not getting it. It's like it's in here somewhere but I just cannot grasp it. On the tip of my tongue, just under my skin, totally out of reach. Ugh. Maybe it will come to me. Maybe I need to just lie down and close my eyes and watch the pictures go past and find the words I'm looking for.