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City Mods ([personal profile] citycouncil) wrote in [community profile] cityarcade2016-08-07 07:33 pm

[meme] Poetry to Prose

Tag in your characters. Then comment to others with poetry, lyrics, quotations, excerpts from literature, etc. that either you or, if you like, one of your characters think suits them or their situation.
thetoastofmayfair: (Default)

[personal profile] thetoastofmayfair 2016-08-08 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sally Bowles
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[personal profile] and_proud 2016-08-08 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning." (The Journals of) Sylvia Plath
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[personal profile] number22 2016-08-08 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
the heat floats on top of our skin
like an ice cube in a glass of gin
I can't even hear the words you say
I need to leave, but I want to stay
baby, it's been so long that even the roses hips are turning me on
baby, it's been so long
modern_alpha: (Pour the tea)

[personal profile] modern_alpha 2016-08-08 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
A kiki is a party, for calming all your nerves
We're spilling tea, and dishing just desserts one may deserve
And though the sun is rising, few may choose to leave
So shade that lid and we'll all bid adieu to your ennui

Let's have a kiki, I wanna have a kiki
Edited (HAD to change this for Biffy "Pour the Tea" icon) 2016-08-08 05:01 (UTC)
kaitmaree: (jlaw: lying down)

[personal profile] kaitmaree 2016-08-08 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
A Certain Lady
Dorothy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, —
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go…
And what goes on, my love, while you’re away,
You’ll never know.