I am . . .
Tuesday, 13. March 2007, 18:56:14
going outside, i'm feeling better and the warm breeze's call cannot be ignored. Perhaps I will have a creative experience and have something interesting to post this evening? who knows.
it is nice out there
Monday, 12. March 2007, 17:30:39
I am so glad its finally spring. At least I hope it is. You never know what you're gonna get with weather around here. Its so nice to be able to walk to class and not freeze to death. It brings back memories of a time just a few months ago when the climate was pleasant. I hope it sticks around because the changes in the atmosphere back and forth have me quite stuffed up and miserable. I have become a phlegm factory. What an energy sapper on top of school and work and life in general.
The weather as it is now, I mean nonhostile, has me thinking. I should be in it. I should be out there doing something. I'm not sure if its because I've been sick that I haven't been living vibrantly.
I need to smoke something.
I need to take-drink
anything that will take me away.
I’ll fuck suck snort
whatever will make me feel fixed.
No, not really.
But I do want to do something
that will satisfy the unrest.
If I were Romantic
I’d say madness is stalking me.
How many other people
sit alone in this night,
finding only their notebook,
does my pen give me a voice,
do these pages give me refuge,
or maybe a prison,
because I’m lifeless everywhere else?
Am I really?
The weather as it is now, I mean nonhostile, has me thinking. I should be in it. I should be out there doing something. I'm not sure if its because I've been sick that I haven't been living vibrantly.
I need to smoke something.
I need to take-drink
anything that will take me away.
I’ll fuck suck snort
whatever will make me feel fixed.
No, not really.
But I do want to do something
that will satisfy the unrest.
If I were Romantic
I’d say madness is stalking me.
How many other people
sit alone in this night,
finding only their notebook,
does my pen give me a voice,
do these pages give me refuge,
or maybe a prison,
because I’m lifeless everywhere else?
Am I really?
Playing free and innocent
Wednesday, 7. March 2007, 03:13:55
Who's a happy girl? Me! House is on and not stupid American Idol. I hate American Idol but I love House! Even more than House, I love eating key lime pie and drinking coffee AND watching House. It's prolly not real key lime pie b/c it’s from the campus cafe, however I'm going to pretend it’s real. '
Just so that the internet at large doesn't know me entirely as a sad heartbroken muser, I thought I'd share that I
House! So anyway, what's something poetical today? Hmm think muse think.
Here's some pictures. I like taking pictures but I'm not a fancy photographer, and I don't have a particularly excitingly expensive camera. But here's some I love - yes the date is on there. Otherwise I would have no idea when it was. Too much floating around up there to remember dates.
Its Everett, besides being the cutest little thing there is, he's also full of life and freedom and motion and energy. I envy him these things. I want to be more like him. I like the way he throws himself into playing without fear or self-consciousness.
I don't know if we lose that when we lose our innocence or if we don't, if people in general don't lose it, if only I did.
Does it end the first time you realize that someone is laughing at you for something you can't help? Does it end the first time you feel alone? The first time you're finally betrayed or abandoned?
Or maybe, people don't lose it, and I didn’t' lose it. Maybe it’s more of a choice than I'd like to think. It stays there in one's heart; it might be nurtured or ignored.
There are things that make me feel free and when the self consciousness lifts. Immersion in music, in knitting, in praise, in reading or writing or creation in any of its manifestations.
What makes you feel like Everett in his swing at his grandma's house, safe and taken care of, free and open?
Just so that the internet at large doesn't know me entirely as a sad heartbroken muser, I thought I'd share that I
House! So anyway, what's something poetical today? Hmm think muse think. Here's some pictures. I like taking pictures but I'm not a fancy photographer, and I don't have a particularly excitingly expensive camera. But here's some I love - yes the date is on there. Otherwise I would have no idea when it was. Too much floating around up there to remember dates.
Its Everett, besides being the cutest little thing there is, he's also full of life and freedom and motion and energy. I envy him these things. I want to be more like him. I like the way he throws himself into playing without fear or self-consciousness.
I don't know if we lose that when we lose our innocence or if we don't, if people in general don't lose it, if only I did.
Does it end the first time you realize that someone is laughing at you for something you can't help? Does it end the first time you feel alone? The first time you're finally betrayed or abandoned?
Or maybe, people don't lose it, and I didn’t' lose it. Maybe it’s more of a choice than I'd like to think. It stays there in one's heart; it might be nurtured or ignored.
There are things that make me feel free and when the self consciousness lifts. Immersion in music, in knitting, in praise, in reading or writing or creation in any of its manifestations.
What makes you feel like Everett in his swing at his grandma's house, safe and taken care of, free and open?
i'm not stupid
Monday, 5. March 2007, 01:22:42
i know what i look like
still i can close my eyes
and sigh and lean into
where you should be
breathing in the night
i close my eyes and
the warm gentle breeze
grazes my skin
its been years but i feel
the same inside
my heart still beats
and feels that heat
i can close my eyes
and feel your heart beating
as my head rests on your chest
i can close my eyes
i don't want to close my eyes
i don't want to feel
where you you aren't
In the beginning
Sunday, 4. March 2007, 11:50:37
I don't know if I'm going to fit in this community place as I know virtually nothing about computers beyond turning them on and typing things. I downloaded Opera because Explorer and I have had a bad experience. I wanted to download a widget toy so I got a username, and figured I might as well put it to good use. So here we are. Even if nobody reads this I think that it could be something worthwhile just for me.
And because I like to see my words places here are some:
on writing
so I don’t have a form
to propegate or theory
to expell to future generations
I’m just trying to survive here
crawl through
I do it sadly enough
immersed totally immersed
insided my tiny brain
I have nothing to say
I just have no choice
for some sanity I
spew out, retch, ink bile
onto paper, some of that
stream that screams
relentlessly through across around
my over wrought brain
get it out
I can’t describe anything
but I’m not content to journal whine
or read the words of great women
more expressive than me
the words should whisper a carress
under a whispy clouds a luminous moon
that bright orb that beams
over lovers slipping from and to
their beds by night
and filters through snowflakes
each one soaking in sound
dimming night’s voices stiller and stiller
but there’s nothing
I can’t see any beauty
is it out there anywhere?
And because I like to see my words places here are some:
on writing
so I don’t have a form
to propegate or theory
to expell to future generations
I’m just trying to survive here
crawl through
I do it sadly enough
immersed totally immersed
insided my tiny brain
I have nothing to say
I just have no choice
for some sanity I
spew out, retch, ink bile
onto paper, some of that
stream that screams
relentlessly through across around
my over wrought brain
get it out
I can’t describe anything
but I’m not content to journal whine
or read the words of great women
more expressive than me
the words should whisper a carress
under a whispy clouds a luminous moon
that bright orb that beams
over lovers slipping from and to
their beds by night
and filters through snowflakes
each one soaking in sound
dimming night’s voices stiller and stiller
but there’s nothing
I can’t see any beauty
is it out there anywhere?
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