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I'm not the biggest fan
of Mendelssohn,
but I never turn the radio off,
when he is on.
And more I hear him in the speakers,
more I him want.

I think this day is coming though,
when I'll become
the biggest, biggest ever fan
of Mendelssohn.
Written while listening to "A Midsummer Night's Dream - Scherzo by Felix Mendelssohn" on Classic FM.
III Jul 9
    When I'm grasping
          For something to say,

I lay on my back
And stare carefully
     At the dizzy dance
Of the ceiling fan's motion,

And think of all the other times
      I longed for the sky to
      The ground to shake,
      The leaves to tell me
             Their secrets,

All the times I yearned
For something,
To come crashing in a
      Passionate heat
      Into my life again.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 5
In this day and age,
you can only love or hate.
So simple-minded
Gone are the days where you can sit, have a stimulating conversation about something and have your agreements/disagreements but still RESPECT EACH OTHER'S OPINION! Are you so primitive to believe that one can't love something and still critique it? And I've noticed that when you argue with such people, YOU are the one who looks like an idiot in the end.Just because you have a damn opinion...
Piss off with that BS. If I truly hated something, I would say it's shit and move on. I would not bother to list what is good and bad about something.
I'm that type of person, to give credit where credit is due and still call out the bullshit! And somehow, I'm a 'mindless hater' - _____-

...I hate this generation so damn much...
I'm so peeved right now, my blood is boiling and my house is like an oven.
Be back soon.
Lyn xxx
Lyn-Purcell Jun 26
I'm sprawled on my couch
Fan is on, in bra and briefs
It's too fricking hot
I'm melting here...
Even with all the fans on and the cold baths, I'm still boiling
Be back soon,
Lyn xxx
Nick Stiltner May 20
A glimmer breaks through the clouds,
A single beam of white light drifts
through the skylight above
As I lay with back to carpet,
watching the fan lazily rotate.

The fan wobbles and creaks,
it’s paint chipped and weary.
Chains dangle below, rattling
And the blades blur in rotation.

I do not blame the ones of before
for seeing a single hopeful beam of light
and dropping to their knees in prayer,
tears dripping down in the face of
a savior, any savior.

The layers behind eyes flitting with
joy, eyes that dart about, drinking in the scene
to that of unseeing blank, wide mouthed
as if in awe of the world above,
stuck in their ways for eternity.
she tasted the sun
the golden glow of the afternoon
at the tip of her tongue, swirling, cavorting, inviting, exciting

and he was the night
constantly watching, yearning, whispering words only tricksters or corpses understood.

but he wanted her
oh, he did

a sinful distraction that filled the void in his heart
a bystander was not meant
to interfere with the whales
or empresses
if one refused to receive permanent black eyes

but the girl tasted like the sun
the golden glow of the afternoon
at the tip of his tongue, swirling, cavorting, inviting, exciting

so he let himself succumbed
basically inspired by emsider. enough said.
Elioinai May 10
the only thing soft about you
was your kissing lips
Your words were much too hard
Your eyes were much too dark
to see me
Strong in all my softness
I’m a woman
and I deserve my biggest fan
if you’re in love with someone who isn’t your biggest fan, then you’re not getting what you deserve
Riley June Apr 12
velvet cord blocks their entrance,
this show is not for everyone,
no amount of bribery could get them in,
on opening night the line winds away,
production took lifetimes of innocence,
with casting simply an impossible task,
many auditioned with memorized lines,
while your lines soared above tidal waves of emotion,
with Hollywood heckling your agent,
and singing praises only to the tune of your name,
it will be you with a name plastered in lights,
as i will exist only to become your footnote,
but for a moment,

you were my fan
Sometimes I miss you.
The music from the speakers the only thing to fill the blanks of a rotating fan.
The rhythm to ease the silence.
Remembrance of how you sound,
Sometimes I miss you.
Negating myself with quick tugs & pulls.
I hang at your leisure.
Drawn to life at the rise of your head
I am lost without you
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