http://www.eliteskills.com/u/AptPupilofLife2 The writings and poetry of AptPupilofLife2. en-us Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:27:53 -0600 Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:27:53 -0600 Elite Generator http://www.eliteskills.com/z/163966 It's been a long time since I wrote, and I'm in a new relationship, and this kinda poppsed in. I feel like I might have stretched the ryhme, but not sure. and I feel like it lacks a conclusive feel, but I haven't one at the moment, just the ride. so I let it be. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/93428 Hopefully it speaks for itself. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/149734 http://www.eliteskills.com/z/149788 This used to be on my old account, but since they deleted that account, I wanted to keep it around . . . once again, dedicated to Louise Rose, and anyone else who needs it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/149789 This is another repost from my deleted account. This was probably the first poem I wrote that I really loved, because I loved the one who inspired it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/134946 http://www.eliteskills.com/z/132483 things went alittle fast http://www.eliteskills.com/z/147801 This is the second of two poems I just wrote, but i feel like this one's cleaner. It's been so long, I feel resuty writing. but oh well, only one way to start! Sadly, my muse will be leaving soon . . . as for the story of this poem, women always ask me about paying, and so I figured I'd write it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/123934 I'm kind of happy with this, though it has no real form, though it had no plan. it just started. and there it is. we've all had a passing glance shared with someone who we knew wasn't free. And we told ourselves it couldn't work. it didn't fit. and we always kept walking. or most of us did. and that's how this poem started. and then it just started changing as i wrote. and you see where it ended. now i'm waiting for life to imitate art.