Tom Rook

user since: Tue Mar 29 2005 at 06:41:30 (3.6 years ago )
last seen: Tue Nov 18 2008 at 03:53:22 (14.4 hours ago )
number of write-ups: 43 - View Tom Rook's writeups (feed)
level / experience: 3 (Scribe) / 1812
C!s spent: 4
mission drive within everything: to be
specialties: math; programming; poetry!
motto: I would share my treasure trove, and for myself alone no portion save...
most recent writeup: Look into my eyes and tell me

Nov. 3, 2008:

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Most of my writing is poetry, a distillation of my past; occasionally I get back in touch with reality and write a factual node.

Believe it or not, I do intend to look at those bookmarked nodes below!

Some of my favorite nodes:

My absolute favorite has been Rachel at 18, by JohnnyGoodyear. (It has since been deleted.) I hope that one day I can write something a tenth as good as that.

The rest in no particular order:

You could be the Willow, I could be the Wind. by Angela

and when you woke up, your goldfish bowl was empty? by Chras4

Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions by IWhoSawTheFace

Balloons whose strings have slipped from unclutched hands by etouffee

When I am dead, my dearest by Christina Rossetti, noded by cureobsession

They say the prettiest girls get to be angels by Dimview

How did I get here, Sarah? by junkpile

love is simple by prole

Melissa walks by erias

I am the juice box girl by Mer

"I don't really love you" by wonko (which has since been deleted)

cold women, kept safe by jessicapierce

It's always a good idea to tell people you love them if you do by Hatshepsut

Most of my poems are sonnets. I posted twenty-five sonnets I wrote years ago, in batches of five. You can see those at Five sonnets of vanity and the other four nodes listed at the top of that write-up. The sonnets I've written since I came to E2, from newest to oldest:

Look into my eyes and tell me

Venus, when she is the evening star

Now we know

Talk is cheap

Even the moon like to change her colors

I would recognize that face anywhere

The quiet girl

Guile