Poetic Injustice?

The best part about this entry is that our aspiring Shakespeare here sent our lovely contributer this poem... and it's about some other woman! Tsk!

Rondel for Ariel on the Beach

Completeness is, by nature, incomplete.

Look at the stars. So strange to meet you here,

your sweatshirt torn and wet sand in your hair.

You say that you're from Baltimore. Your feet

seem far too tan for that. And in this heat,

the coolness of your not-too-drunk demeanor

is made complete by nature. Incomplete

connect the dots of stars. I met you here

when Greg said you were into art, you eat

only foods starting with letters A through R.

How cool. Let's stay away from vinegar,

and what the hell, I'm lonely, it's almost three.

Completeness is, by nature, incomplete.

Sweet 16

A friend found this relic among her CDs from high school. A wonderful slice of sweet sixteen to start your morning... Enjoy!

Hypermasculine Orgasm #3

I have an intense emotional attachment to this painting. I refuse to bury it in the depths of my closet, yet displaying it on my wall has caused a multitude of problems with current suitors.

"Why?" you ask.

Perhaps it's because it was painted by my ex-boyfriend. Perhaps it's because it's a life-sized portrait of a professional body builder. Perhaps it's because my ex-boyfriend titled the painting, Hypermasculine Orgasm #3... I simply can't say for sure.

Love me, love the body builder. -Scarlett

Renaissance Romance

This contributer didn't provide a context for her ex-bf art... but this picture is definitely worth a thousand words, no?

Fetching Etchings

This is some really adorable ex-boyfriend art. Thanks for submitting!