Sunday Apr 25, 2004

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so, with my earlier post and the post about to come it would seem i am feeling a bit introspective....yeah, well....what can i say? it is a time for rebirth in our universe.

this is a poem i wrote last year. i posted it once. i just thought about it earlier today and i wanted to share it with SG friends i didn't have at the time. so, with that....

Holes

she poked holes in her flesh
because she had holes in her heart
soft tissue damage with remarkable flair
.scarred.
filling the flesh holes with
horn, bones and metal things
filling the heart holes with
dreams, boys and mental schemes
.scared.
fragments of lifetimes coming in to being
moments of travel in and out of her head
a childlike soliloquy
brought soft to the surface
a stab to the brain of realistic abyss
.delirious.
she's shifting within her
tectonic at best
repairing the sphere
moving tides with her season
the holes never fill
they get smaller with reason
.resolve.
she's suspended animation
right in front of your eyes

this time she's going home...



working tomorrow 7 a.m. life change. this should be interesting... surreal
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
junecleavage:
...some days are like wine..either white and sweet like oleander or dark and bitter like oak..and wethe kindred...just know better
judas:
hey sweetness, are we still on for ende neu? i don't THINK we talked about that last night, and i didn't get drunk enough to forget anything, but yet i feel like maybe i or you said something at some point... hm... my brain and blood pumpy muscle are hurty right now though, so maybe i'm just confused.

so i will sleep. get back to me.

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