My Wedding Ring (an attempt at a villanelle poem)

Just because it is a ring
does not mean it belongs on my hand
you may say it’s a silly thing

to have the metal tabs cling
on your fingers from pop cans
because the skin is cut by that thing

and maybe those flower butter cookies sing
when on your taste buds they land
but on my fingers, I love wearing those things

they are less sticky than those pops of ring
and besides, I don’t need those ginormous and
pricey rocks on my ring

to me, love does not equal bling
it’s not labeled under some expensive brand
and doesn’t come wrapped in those little blue box things

in order to make my heart sing
all I need is a simple wedding band
your love will be a shining ring
a diamond of it’s own, around my heart lies that thing

Some people get writer's block, but there is no dam inside my brain. That is both a blessing and a curse.

Some people get writer's block, but there is no dam inside my brain. That is both a blessing and a curse.

For example, writing college essays. I go off on long tangents, disconnect from my story, and going over my word limit. This is a bad thing.

But, WRITING TWO OUTSTANDING ESSAYS AND REVISING THEM IN A WEEK'S TIME is definitely a GOOD THING.

This is directly from my brain. Finally, a quote of my own :)

People only express their true feelings online, where the keyboard is their sword and the screen their shield.

"People only express their true feelings online, where the keyboard is their sword and the screen their shield."

I don't remember when I first said this, but it's true, isn't it? Cyber-bullies would most likely not bother that person in real life. I know me and a lot of others wouldn't say how they really feel about themselves or their life if they had to say it to the people it involved.

Why has the internet become our place to speak? Does this mean that written or verbal expression is dying out?