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[25 May 2007|02:07pm] |
My world is smeared
colors bleeding and
lines are blurry
I wander drunkenly,
blissfully unaware
as sharpness dictates the
others’ world
As harsh shapes stand
imposing bastions,
defining and limiting
the edges of reality
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| itty bitty |
[16 Apr 2007|11:15am] |
Forget-me-not
So small a thing
To carry with you as you go
A badge, so to speak
A token of happier days
Forget me not.
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| new poem |
[16 Apr 2007|11:07am] |
It’s not about remembering,
Not about losing one’s self
In the abyss of memories
Swirling invitingly
Teasing, sensations of never again
No, it’s not about remembering.
Numb,
A blissful impossibility
To lock it all away
Letting the dust collect
It’s about forgetting
Chasing down indifference
Needing nothing
Needing anything
Anything but this uncontrollable heaving of emotions
It’s about forgetting.
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| Cradlesong |
[16 Feb 2007|01:58pm] |
Pretty Baby
with those Bedroom eyes,
don't you grow up too fast.
There'll be time enough
for worldly pleasures;
don't lose your lace just yet.
Sweet Thing, sleep.
enjoy your peace.
These Lullabies are soon to end.
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| just did this one today... |
[13 Dec 2006|05:43pm] |
"The Other Side of the Couch"
i never missed you so much
as when you were right there
just beyond my fingertips
and i could almost hear
your shallow breathing
could almost, if i reached out
feel the warmth of it
tickling the back of my hand
my eyes half-closed
i could almost imagine
curling up next to you
right in that spot, you know
not quite your chest, but almost
i almost whispered your name
almost
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| just thinkin' |
[11 Oct 2006|12:50pm] |
The rest of my life is a long long time,
which is why i want to spend it with you.
Once i thought i would get a dog.
who else would be more honest and loyal,
and welcome me home with kisses and smiles?
who else would would never complain about dinner,
and never ever ever leave the toilet seat up?
but dogs tend to slobber, and shed on the floor.
their bad breath is ghastly and they chew on good shoes.
i drove past the pound today, with you by my side
and watching the dogs outside from my rear view mirror,
i took your hand in mine.
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| short little snippets |
[25 Sep 2006|07:04pm] |
tangled sheets
stand guardians
watchful eyes over legs entwined
and matched breaths, warm and shallow
~
I have to keep from smiling
when you think i'm sleeping
and you hand wanders
across my face
to brush the hair from my eyes
~
I saw you out the window,
but i didn't say "hello".
i thought about it,
really, i did, i swear,
but you just looked so peaceful,
laughing along with your friends
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| wandering minds |
[12 May 2006|02:10pm] |
Two noses
pressed together
silent bystanders, as the mouths
below fight for air, each trying
to beat the other into submission
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| drabble... |
[30 Apr 2006|10:17pm] |
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She covered her mouth with her hands; it took both of them to silence her. She was going crazy, insane. Yes, that was it. No other explanation could justify her feelings, the way her heart raced, how she felt strange desires to run about shouting at the top of her lungs. This just wasn’t natural; this sort of thing didn’t affect her. She was just insane, that’s all. Somehow, compared to reality, it seemed like the better choice. Except that that was a complete lie. She wouldn’t relinquish this feeling for the world. Every fiber of her being sang aloud; this was happiness. She could barely contain herself, this was ridiculous! But gods, she didn’t want it to stop. It felt so good . She didn’t understand it, no matter how hard she tried. She stopped fighting it, stopped trying to categorize everything, shove it all into neatly labeled boxes; that just wouldn’t work. She suppressed a giggle. It was all she could do lately, to stop her self from dissolving into mad fits of giggling and shouting, settling instead for a ridiculous grin that wouldn’t budge. Well fine, she thought. I guess it’s here to stay.
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| Binge...more to come... |
[22 Jan 2006|08:30pm] |
Hey all,
Here are some photos i took a while ago (i have more that i have to scan into my computer later...):
( photo binge )
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| so i got bored during class...it's been a while, eh? |
[13 Jan 2006|06:05pm] |
i would give the world
if we never could have met
my heart is torn to pieces
my brain, an awful mess
some call me masochistic
i'd say i must agree
bite my tongue, smear my lipstick
these headaches make me scream
i'm treated like a yo-yo
some child's toy, much abused
always left here waiting
for your calls and on your mood
it makes me sick, how good i feel
held in your arms and on your lap
self-control is dashed to pieces
can't seem to help coming back
what is it about you?
what poison are your lies?
sugar-coated handcuffs
tightening at my cries
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| another tid bit with which i know not what to do |
[31 Aug 2005|11:19pm] |
She walked into the cafe, as she had every Tuesday and Thursday for the past three months, around seven pm, and headed straight to the booth in the back corner. She hung her scarf, the fringed black one she always wore, on the peg next to her seat and brushed her cinnamon hair away from her porcelain face, as she always did. Per usual, the bartender sent her over two gin and tonics. Sometimes, a man, seemingly in his late thirties, would join her. They just sat there and sipped their drinks, never exchanging any words, or even signs of recognition. Sometimes they would leave together; sometimes he would leave without her. Even on the days when the man did not show up, she sat there, silently drinking, until all but the seediest of patrons had left. There was never any money left on the table, no bill, but nobody ever commented. Indeed, nobody seemed to take notice of her presence at all. The drunken hecklers kept silent as she passed by, and none of the Don Juan’s at the bar ever sent her a drink. There was never any emotion in her face; she appeared neither happy nor unhappy. However; if one took the care to observe carefully, one might see, or imagine, the faintest light appear in her eye when the man sits down across from her. One might fancy he saw her shoulders relax just the slightest amount; the most daring even claiming the barest curve of a smile on her neutral lips.
Kathryn had always prided herself on her unshakeable nerves, her white smile, and her clean bill of health. She had never had her heart broken; she prided herself on that as well, perhaps most of all.
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| bits and pieces |
[28 Aug 2005|10:58pm] |
so i wrote this, but now i don't know what do do with it...it could be more, but i have no clue what direction to take it in....hrmm...anyways, tellme what y'all think...
( about a page n a half long )
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| artifical truth extract |
[22 Aug 2005|11:07pm] |
my drug of choice; my pretty poison
addicted to your whispered lies
proportions mixed perfectly
a generous splash of bullshit
infused with artificial truth extract
heart racing, head pounding
you are a sweet sin
caffinated for extra enjoyment
father, forgive me
it's been too long since my last confession
my sanity lies hanging
inbetween the highs and lows
you leave me with
no time to catch my breath
i've run out of tears, out of screams
left shaking; sick to my stomach
the withdrawl stabs like a knife
here i am again, alone
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| YAOI |
[27 Jul 2005|09:52pm] |
CAUTION: IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI OR ITASASU TURN BACK NOW....
Title:The Storm
Genre: yaoi...
Pairings:itasasu
Warnings:umm...r/nc-17
Summary: sasuke is scared by a thunder storm so he finds comfort in his brother
Comments: this is my first time writing fanfiction, please no flames (i'm sorry if you don't like itasasu), and i don't own the characters... enjoy!
( itasasu )
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| Unexpected Muse |
[25 Jul 2005|12:37am] |
Moody eyes and pouty lips
A skillful tongue and thrusting hips
A darkened humor, a wicked smile
A midnight voice, a carefree style
Hundreds of untold stories
Millions of unrhymed rhymes
Dozens of unfilled journals
Thousands of unwritten lines
A flame lit under my ballpoint
A sudden breeze of luck
A quiet whisper of inspiration
A nagging idea can’t be unstuck
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