Listening to: Audio Bullys - "I'm in Love", and wishing I were.
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I started writing again. I always wind back around to it. I've been slacking on updating my blog, interacting with humans, being humans, etc. I will post three.
Sniper
This isn't war:
useless amounts of bullets
flying drunkenly toward
any moving target
wearing the wrong color.
No, this isn't war;
this is precise,
a careful, silent aim
at the heart.
An assassination.
And how can an
assassination
be anything
but
a malicious attack?
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My grandmother is my neighbor, so I've been taking care of her animals as she has been away for a month. She comes home tonight, so I'm cleaning the place for her. It will be nice to be back in my own bed again, though I really must figure this internet situation out. I want to go to the park and walk around and write. Problematic is my lack of vehicle. this isn't really a walking area. it's a mile and a half just to get out of my neighborhood, and this involves a mile down a long road with no sidewalk.
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Let's make this one a happy one
In Depth Review (Aug 21, 2009)
EGADS--
you're good at that
wrapping me happily
can you feel my heart beat?
We made a fort of sheets,
you silly fool, I love ya.
I giggle as you tickle me
and gasp between gaps
in breathing,
and I'm grasping at
your strings of warmth--
It feels like I've been here before
and I can taste your beads of sweat
sliding like salty strings
o'er our countours.
I'm Yours.
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They always come back around. After I've gotten over it. After I've decided what a person they are. After the part of me that built their world for them has died. After after after. I want now.
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Forgiveness (Aug 5, 2009)
I let the cat out of the bag.
It came all teeth and claws first,
making snake-slit eyes across my face
(yes, a punishment deserved)
Its back an arched promise,
tired of hissing lies
a l u n g e.
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okay, I lied. let's make it four, since I tend to write shorter things and I want to at least put one recent thing.
Egy (Jul 16, 2010)
I am a fractal
branching out and in
perfectly ordered chaos.
I am completely theoretical
--then again,
maybe I've never been complete.
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I have more, of course. I really must get to this cleaning. I should probably eat as well. I need a car, so i can take my notebook places and fill it with the sights and sounds of a South Florida city.
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I started writing again. I always wind back around to it. I've been slacking on updating my blog, interacting with humans, being humans, etc. I will post three.
Sniper
This isn't war:
useless amounts of bullets
flying drunkenly toward
any moving target
wearing the wrong color.
No, this isn't war;
this is precise,
a careful, silent aim
at the heart.
An assassination.
And how can an
assassination
be anything
but
a malicious attack?
****************************************************************
My grandmother is my neighbor, so I've been taking care of her animals as she has been away for a month. She comes home tonight, so I'm cleaning the place for her. It will be nice to be back in my own bed again, though I really must figure this internet situation out. I want to go to the park and walk around and write. Problematic is my lack of vehicle. this isn't really a walking area. it's a mile and a half just to get out of my neighborhood, and this involves a mile down a long road with no sidewalk.
****************************************************************
Let's make this one a happy one
In Depth Review (Aug 21, 2009)
EGADS--
you're good at that
wrapping me happily
can you feel my heart beat?
We made a fort of sheets,
you silly fool, I love ya.
I giggle as you tickle me
and gasp between gaps
in breathing,
and I'm grasping at
your strings of warmth--
It feels like I've been here before
and I can taste your beads of sweat
sliding like salty strings
o'er our countours.
I'm Yours.
*************************************************
They always come back around. After I've gotten over it. After I've decided what a person they are. After the part of me that built their world for them has died. After after after. I want now.
**************************************************
Forgiveness (Aug 5, 2009)
I let the cat out of the bag.
It came all teeth and claws first,
making snake-slit eyes across my face
(yes, a punishment deserved)
Its back an arched promise,
tired of hissing lies
a l u n g e.
* * * * * *
okay, I lied. let's make it four, since I tend to write shorter things and I want to at least put one recent thing.
Egy (Jul 16, 2010)
I am a fractal
branching out and in
perfectly ordered chaos.
I am completely theoretical
--then again,
maybe I've never been complete.
********************************************************
I have more, of course. I really must get to this cleaning. I should probably eat as well. I need a car, so i can take my notebook places and fill it with the sights and sounds of a South Florida city.