Tuesday, September 17, 2013

'Sassafiction' by Ravyn LaRue


I'm passing fanfic off as academia
It calms my nerves and I need something
In my writing I often veer towards grim stuff
Seeing how I made myself physically sick today
I was triggered by some documentary narrative that described my past to a tee
I can't do sadness, at least at this magnitude
So I need to write some schmaltz
People seem to dig my fluffy stuff anyways
And although I may not want to admit it
To even the small percentage who reads this and gets my reference
But I relate far too much to my woobie protagonist
I think that's why I'm so entranced by him
It makes things seem all the more selfish, I know
But God, that speech-
It inspires me more than any inspirational poster I've ever seen in some silly office
When I go back for Christmas, I think I'll make a poster
Either that, or commission it somehow
But I'm getting ahead of myself
I'm going to write this story
Along with plodding away on the plot for my Scarecrow/Basil/Whatever else I might call him
And a sad war story, based on dreams, and pretend plans, and references to music of my soul-
I'm writing SO much, and you know I adore it
I'm glad I got an angel's okay with how I handle things
I know it isn't healthy
But it's a dream come true
Besides, was Hunter healthy?
Of course not.
Nah, but I'm glad to be writing fanfic-
For a grade-
At a reputable institution-
I am Sassafras, at this time
Indeed I am
I mean, I already wrote a scathing article on centipedes!
Ah, but I digress.
I'm so caffeinated right now.
And I was up all night.
Those push me past the brink of any imagined sanity.
At least in my mind.
But Deb, the angel of the day, didn't even mind my altered state.
She's a charming creature.
It's only my third class with her, but she's joined the greats in the venerated temple in my brain.
I love it here.
Though the bitter winds may try to shape me.
I'll let it permeate-
And pass right through.
It will do what it will do.
But, although I might be stressed-
With Marla-esque hair to match.
Things are more compelling and inspirational than I ever could've imagined.
I miss a lot.
More-
So much more than I expected.
But it proves to me-
In a glorious way-
How much my loved ones mean to me.
And who is really on my side.
And those who are, you know who you are-
I couldn't be any more thankful.
And I adore you, truly, truly-
I've never looked forward to Christmas more than I do now.
Though Halloween is my time to shine-
And I must live in the moment-
Lest I regret it, crying from a casket.
So I'll write sassafiction and sadness-
In a mix of almost-equal parts.
My legs feel trembly but things are beautiful.
And you are beautiful.
And I am beautiful.
And my mind is swimming in coffee-
But I'm having a marvelous time!

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