This is just good to have for future reference:  A list of what some users of dictionary.com think are the most beautiful-sounding English words.

Tongue

The taste of a burned tongue
in an open mouth.
There are five fires
in the daisy fields,
burning sweet sicknesses
into an air of smoke.
Kiss the ground and taste
your clay figures.
Lick the ground
and taste the metals
in the sticky dew
of the weeds.
The air is less
than _______.
The taste of a burned tongue
in an open mouth.

"The taste of a burned tongue
pressed into an open mouth,"
written on the silver tile
in water drops with wet fingers.
I used to write the names
of my crushes on the shower wall.
I used to sing school songs
in the shower.
This doesn't mean anything.
It's just a secret habit 
to create impermanent things.

The taste of a burned tongue
pressed into an open mouth.
My blood is boiling
in a familiar weight
of nickles and pennies
on my teeth.
I want that blood
that spills into other people.
Damn hormones.

I burned my tongue on some pasta a couple days ago.  It feels like the taste of blood (in the same way that Cherry Capri Suns tastes like the smell of cat litter).  And for some reason, I did write it on my shower wall, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. 

Also, the word "tongue" is disgusting.  Just like "flesh".

Hybrid Tea

I am cultivated
for my carefully cut
edges to slice me.
Submit. 
Believe it is
the choice of my season
of mind.

I wonder now
why you would deny me
my own retaliation
to myself and my ribbonry
by offering me a rose
when the roses don't
bloom and drift off
their stems
in heavy-headed stupor
until I do.

Good Music

        Since I got myself talking about music with bad writing, I'm countering it with good music.  In creative writing two this last school year, we had an assignment where we were supposed to find a song that we really liked.  Since it was a writing class, I looked through the free Mp3 downloads I've gotten (Spinner and Freegal are how I get all of my music) for songs I thought were well-written.
        I found that, for lyrics, I liked more indie type music, which didn't conform to the "Baby" Bieber expectation that all you need for good music is a pretty face, a rapper, and to speak the common language ("and I was like, 'baby, baby, baby, ohhh!'").
        So anyway, look up the lyrics if you would like.  For the stuff I liked most, it would be just as good if it was simply read.  The music makes me like it more in the same way that hearing my classmates read their work feels so much more authentic and right.
        The song I chose for my presentation was "Curs in the Weeds" by Horse Feathers.



It was tied with "Helplessness Blues" by Fleet Foxes (and basically every song by them), but that^ ended up being shorter -- everyone seemed so restless listening to music that they (I) didn't like that I figured correctly that shorter would be better.

Some other ones I liked were
"David" by Noah Gunderson
"Nightwatch" by Acrylics
And, more recently,
"Sweetness" by Pearl and the Beard
"Futuretown" by Jon Lindsay

I like music.

Technological Addiction

Facebook chat is all over my browser
Smileys, chat bings; it couldn't be louder.
What a crappy thing for a computer
to be the drug for the everyday user.

One Word's prompt today is "chat".  I was Facebook chatting, and for some reason I sang this.  And we all know songs have to rhyme.  At least, if they're gonna get played on the radio. Duh.

The title is because I want someone who is paid a lot of money by a company that owns everything to make this an actual thing.  It's just bad enough that "it's good". Or that's the story I'll stick with.

...Horrible music starts like this.

Tsooh-Hah—

I feel it moving
strings of candy floss
to catch on my arms
while it rides the back of the wind.
The spaces in between my fingers
feel utterly significant,
grasping at moments as they slip
through my invisibly
webbed hands.
I feel the strings rolling
into my lungs
with each breath
that ripples across the lines
of bare-chested dancers.
I rock on the knots of the world.
They tie onto my toes
and bid me to breathe deeper
than I can breathe out
or I can breathe between.
But I try.
I hold the restless air
in next to my heart
until I feel the cold spread up
from my fingertips to my lips
in a swift stream,
and then I release it.
The cotton is still soft
and warm against my speckled skin.
It spins among the fibers
to braid the fabric sky
into a banner of faith. 


I listened to this song on repeat (very quietly) while I wrote this, which I recommend, but it is actually inspired by the physical feeling of taiko drums (best played loudly).  The title is also supposed to be a strange... breathing.  So make it very breathy, if you ever want to pronounce it.