text; un: raverobber

[badfeyth]

What was it that you thought you knew?
"Not much," misfortune seemed to bray,
When all came crashing down on you.

You used to shine in every hue;
Your confidence kept fear at bay.
What was it that you thought you knew?

For like a weed, ambition grew;
Temptation drove your steps astray,
When all came crashing down on you.

Could I have hindered what ensued?
Could this have gone another way?
What was it that you thought you knew?

What matter now? At your debut,
On best intentions, panic preyed.
It all came crashing down on you.

And now upon a time or two,
My own reflection seems to say,
"What was it that you thought you knew
When all came crashing down on you?"

It's been a while since I wrote one of these. They say it's a poetry form that's often used for showcasing a level of obsession; from a technical standpoint, it's also a fairly difficult type to write in because of the rigidity of its form. You pretty much have to pick the refrains first and then work out the rest of it around them.

Anyway, it's probably some level of hubris to put something like this out where anyone and everyone can see it, but call it a way of holding myself accountable to something. If it's out there, I can't set it alight and pretend it never existed. For better or for worse, there it is.

I should probably do more of that than I do, putting things out there and damning the hangups. But any bridge built has to start with a single post, right? Or something like that — don't look at me, I'm not an architect.

Comments

[astraphilia]

can't believe you put me on blast for being a fake redhead instead of Arche and all her witnesses

[badfeyth]

If you can't find a real Wonder Kid, store-bought is fine.

[astraphilia]

bitch

[ he is being SOOOO affectionate hopefully she can read that in his single-word text ]

do you wanna talk about it? not texting, but I can make great coffee these days. I'm told it's called French press although I don't know what French is

[badfeyth]

Dickhead.

[EVIDENTLY SHE'S GOT IT.]

You do so know what French is. Lestat is French. You know those little asides he likes to pepper in, like how he calls me ma rousse? That's French. It's usually synonymous with fancy.

Imagine the richest, poshest bastard you know. If he were a fictional stereotype, he'd probably speak French.

[astraphilia]

oh fuck is that what that's about? he calls me something too but I've never asked him to spell it and I'm not gonna try. makes sense, he liked the coffee too

[badfeyth]

Say it out loud while you make me coffee. Or a cocktail. Do they make coffee cocktails? Anyway, I'll bet I can place it, or at least make a good guess.

Unfortunately I know more discrete phrases and vocabulary than I do grammar and conjugation. But I can tell you how to ask somebody to go to bed with you, at least.

[astraphilia]

they sure do make coffee cocktails, you want one of those instead?

sounds like you know the important stuff then hey?

[badfeyth]

Are they any good? Bartender's choice, I want something that's good.

And important for you, maybe. It's a little wasted on me.

[astraphilia]

ain't nothin I can say in response to that that you want me to say in public lol

yeah, coffee cocktail's good. come over, I'll make ya one.

[ he drops a map pin for her, ever helpful! ]

[badfeyth]

[And off she goes!]