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Wednesday, 08 September 2010

Monday, 06 September 2010

  • pale pink lips pursed
    touching mine of blood red

    hands intertwine
    porcelain skin
    of yours
    glows
    like moonlight cast upon snow

    "I love you". I whisper into your ear
    you giggle
    ever so cutely

    it makes my insides slosh all around 
    I am glued to the ground
    beside you

    you are the tree
    that gives me shade
    and I am the flower child
    that gives you hugs

    you cool my anxious, sweating self
    and I appreciate it

    you are calming, cool waves,
    loosening with the wind's gust, --
    with this exhale of mine

    with every temperature change,
    every season,
    I will take comfort on your beach.

    rest assured

  • I must wash my face
    on nights I am sad
    and on mornings I do not want to live

    I must walk these halls
    when I cried all last night
    and when I cried driving there

    I must keep my heart beating
    at times when it is dusty
    and at times when it is dirty
    from
    being
    on
    my
    sleeve 

Friday, 23 July 2010

  • Currently
    Argue With a Tree
    By Blue October
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    Insecurity.



    this like,
    this want,
    this need,
    this love,
    this passion,
    this care,
    this.
    -- it's growing,
    e x p a n d i n g,
    multiplying,
    s t r e t c h i n g,
    with every beat of my heart
    and extension of my hand
    to your hand,
    my hand
    to your chest,
    your heart.
    its beat
    is a
    s t r e t c h i n g,
    multiplying,
    e x p a n d i n g,
    growing representation of --
    your.
    your care,
    your passion,
    your love,
    your need,
    your want,
    your like,
    for me.
    I hope.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

  • Currently
    In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
    By Neutral Milk Hotel
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    Pants.

    I had a revelation. It was not my body that was in need of shed pounds. It was the pants in need of donation to some other girl yet to form hips.
    I finally rid myself of all of my no-longer fitting pants. They are no longer sitting there, reminding me with urgency that I must loose X amount of weight.
    I didn't get my looser pants from you, but I deleted your old voice mails. I cried. I drove.

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