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Incase you can't read my handwriting:

"MY TEA

The day was going as usual
My life was normal too
All day I longed for something different
Something special, maybe new.

And it wasn't until
Half-past three
That Satan sat me down for tea.

For me the tea she served
Was green
For her? A strange deep red
She smiled at me and sipped her tea
And said "Well? Go ahead."

Of course I was suspicious
But what was I to do?
I had known her long and well
So I sipped my tea, too.

The effects at first were minimal
And when she smiled I smiled back
It wasn't until I finished my tea
That the green snake attacked.

As we conversed the snake inside
Grew larger and more agile
At first I only felt a gnaw
But then the thing went wild.

It chomped my heart
It gnashed my brain
Ravaged my insides until they were numb
It tainted every part of me...
Except my tongue.

And so as we chatted and giggled
My words were only honey
For I could not let the snake inside
Hurt she who, to me, was always sunny.

After all, it was to her I owed a lot,
For without this drink she gave me,
My humanity would be forgot."

© 2006 to me

Sooooo this is pretty much about jealousy.

How did this come about? Well, basically, my English teacher told us we had to write poetry and share it with the class at some point. Then something Very Awkward happened to me, and only a few days later, something AMAZING happened to one of my close friends. I was, of course, EXTREMELY happy for her, but I was also pretty damned envious. I would have been envious enough if something Very Awkward hadn't just happened to me, but that something made the jealousy about ten times worse. And since she was so happy, and I was happy for her anyway, I never said a thing against her or to her about my jealousy.

Then, to get my frustration out, I decided to write a poem about it. I wanted it to be serious, but at the same time I wanted it to have that strange sing-song feel to it. Thus: I made it into a rhyme, and one about tea with Satan, none-the-less. Kind of a children's poem type feel to it, but creepier. Y'know.

I wrote a few other poems for class, too, and they all suck, and even though this one sucks, I kind of like it, so I decided to put it to a picture; besides, I thought that'd add to the children's-story-gone-wrong effect. This was the result.

Which reminds me: I realized, like, two days ago that 's drawing [link] was the thing that first put the idea of tea with Satan into my head. I realized this 'cause I was going through her gallery (I f***ing LOVE her art) and saw it again. So.....I hope you don't mind, dear!! I didn't think you'd mind, but if you do, I'll take it down, of course.

Anyway. The girl on the right is, of course, Satan/my friend. My friend looks nothing like her, but then, my friend certainly isn't Satan, either. If I thought she was, she wouldn't be my friend. The one on the right is me, and yes, I kind of look like that. My hair's a little darker, but it is naturally strawberry blonde. And I DO have an outfit like that, minus the sweet hat. Anyway, the snake and the tea are green to represent envy, of course. Satan has so much red associated with her because Satan and Hell are associated with red, romance is related to red (and what I was envious of was something romantic), and red represents love, and I really do love her (as a friend, of course).

So the point I was trying to make about "Satan" and "sinning" is kinda that yeah, they might be "bad," and they might hurt both the person "sinning" and anyone/thing affected by that, but to sin is to be human. Seriously: we wouldn't be human if we were perfect. And that would make the world very boring indeed.

So there's my "uplifting" message of the day. I should stop using "quotes" now.

Hope you like. Obviously, I didn't use a whole lot of effort on it (the poem itself is only a second draft, and I didn't use shading or much blending on the picture), but I hope it's at least kinda neat to read/look at nonetheless. : )

I seriously don't know how to shut up when I'm writing descriptions.

EDIT: Scrapped because.....er.......I think it sucks. Yep.

Description
Incase you can't read my handwriting:

"MY TEA

The day was going as usual
My life was normal too
All day I longed for something different
Something special, maybe new.

And it wasn't until
Half-past three
That Satan sat me down for tea.

For me the tea she served
Was green
For her? A strange deep red
She smiled at me and sipped her tea
And said "Well? Go ahead."

Of course I was suspicious
But what was I to do?
I had known her long and well
So I sipped my tea, too.

The effects at first were minimal
And when she smiled I smiled back
It wasn't until I finished my tea
That the green snake attacked.

As we conversed the snake inside
Grew larger and more agile
At first I only felt a gnaw
But then the thing went wild.

It chomped my heart
It gnashed my brain
Ravaged my insides until they were numb
It tainted every part of me...
Except my tongue.

And so as we chatted and giggled
My words were only honey
For I could not let the snake inside
Hurt she who, to me, was always sunny.

After all, it was to her I owed a lot,
For without this drink she gave me,
My humanity would be forgot."

© 2006 to me

Sooooo this is pretty much about jealousy.

How did this come about? Well, basically, my English teacher told us we had to write poetry and share it with the class at some point. Then something Very Awkward happened to me, and only a few days later, something AMAZING happened to one of my close friends. I was, of course, EXTREMELY happy for her, but I was also pretty damned envious. I would have been envious enough if something Very Awkward hadn't just happened to me, but that something made the jealousy about ten times worse. And since she was so happy, and I was happy for her anyway, I never said a thing against her or to her about my jealousy.

Then, to get my frustration out, I decided to write a poem about it. I wanted it to be serious, but at the same time I wanted it to have that strange sing-song feel to it. Thus: I made it into a rhyme, and one about tea with Satan, none-the-less. Kind of a children's poem type feel to it, but creepier. Y'know.

I wrote a few other poems for class, too, and they all suck, and even though this one sucks, I kind of like it, so I decided to put it to a picture; besides, I thought that'd add to the children's-story-gone-wrong effect. This was the result.

Which reminds me: I realized, like, two days ago that 's drawing [link] was the thing that first put the idea of tea with Satan into my head. I realized this 'cause I was going through her gallery (I f***ing LOVE her art) and saw it again. So.....I hope you don't mind, dear!! I didn't think you'd mind, but if you do, I'll take it down, of course.

Anyway. The girl on the right is, of course, Satan/my friend. My friend looks nothing like her, but then, my friend certainly isn't Satan, either. If I thought she was, she wouldn't be my friend. The one on the right is me, and yes, I kind of look like that. My hair's a little darker, but it is naturally strawberry blonde. And I DO have an outfit like that, minus the sweet hat. Anyway, the snake and the tea are green to represent envy, of course. Satan has so much red associated with her because Satan and Hell are associated with red, romance is related to red (and what I was envious of was something romantic), and red represents love, and I really do love her (as a friend, of course).

So the point I was trying to make about "Satan" and "sinning" is kinda that yeah, they might be "bad," and they might hurt both the person "sinning" and anyone/thing affected by that, but to sin is to be human. Seriously: we wouldn't be human if we were perfect. And that would make the world very boring indeed.

So there's my "uplifting" message of the day. I should stop using "quotes" now.

Hope you like. Obviously, I didn't use a whole lot of effort on it (the poem itself is only a second draft, and I didn't use shading or much blending on the picture), but I hope it's at least kinda neat to read/look at nonetheless. : )

I seriously don't know how to shut up when I'm writing descriptions.

EDIT: Scrapped because.....er.......I think it sucks. Yep.