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I am Kelley, and I am so silly.
22, supremely gorgeous, Creative Writing student and a brother of Kappa Kappa Psi at the University of South Florida. You're about to witness a lot of Sylvia Plath & Virginia Woolf worship, along with a little bit of feminist self-glorification whisked together at a moderate speed .

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someone with syrup eyes come remind me what sweet feels like

bury me in sweetened nothings

—in strawberry skin

so that when it begins again

We do not flinch, do not cringe
at our cheeks stained red

                                                            Instead, in your eyes:
                                 nectar pooled into a sugar suspension

blinking out rippled amber

We reflect on who we once were. Before electricity defined time and
                                            

before you defined electricity.

People tend to say their sadness
is sleeping in their spines,
but it seems that
mine is almost

always

awake

- - Kelley J

I hate reading “How To Be A Poet” stuff and seeing things that say “Read Like A Thief” or “Borrowing is Okay” because no, that isn’t okay and it isn’t poetry because poetry can make you feel your very own blood moving through your whole body and throw you into one good long shiver, and poetry is a pain-stakingly meticulous sort of work, and stealing is infinitely sloppy, and it’s very likely your poetry will just end up having a few bright shiny parts you’ve thieved that are way too good to be in your poetry in the first place which makes it v obvious that you’re just a phony so put a lil elbow grease into it instead ok

nossidge:

i
am
the
path
along
unseen
heather

Snowball (also called a Chaterism): A poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer. One of the constrained writing techniques utilised by the Oulipo (Workshop of Potential Literature).

o
we
all
have
heard
people
believe
anything

Given the mathematical genesis of the Oulipo and the interest in the movement among other programmers, I thought that someone must have created a program to generate these, and I was surprised that I couldn’t find one even after some pretty thorough Googling. So I wrote one myself. The C++ code is here.

It takes input from a text file which contains novels from Project Gutenberg, scans for word pairs where the second word is longer by one letter, and builds up a poem using Markov chains.

i
am
the
dawn
light
before
anybody
expected
something
disorderly

The poems in this post were all created by the program. They have not been edited.

i
am
the
very
great
change

omg loyd

“Daffodils”, by Kelley J.

Selection from, “Mind-Blowing Sex: A Meditation on Interpersonal Communication”, by Kelley J.

it was fun at first k but now I’m getting irritated that I can’t get it sized or positioned exactly right ugh dumb technology

I figured out how to turn my word docs into jpeg’s, I am so thrilled by something so basic

And I’m never sure if it’s twelve or thirteen batches of batted eyelashes that have leavened me into a well-bread woman. Sometimes I’ll brush the powdered dusting from their box, let them flutter up towards me on wax-paper wings. I burned the first few dozens - buried their exoskeletons beneath the patios white chocolate panels - and I waited decades of weeks for the ginger haired man I kneaded, but I got you. Red-hot tempered, all spice atop cinna-tanned shoulders, I also waited for you to love me, but it turns out that’s how a man crumbles.



_______
Kelley J.