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[17 Jan 2007|05:37pm] the sun shines only for you only for you and only for me and only for you and me. post comment

ANOTHER NAME. [10 Dec 2006|05:08pm] [ music | valencia + the space between ] Does he know? Could he know? He is not so far away, you know. How would he feel about His love, his life, his darling Pressed against the xerox machine In an office, crying out Another name? What do you have to say For yourself - Is there anything you can say? You initiated all of this, Coming into my office With your sweater pulled Strategically down to expose The swell of young breasts. "You know, you're not so old," you said, "What's ten years, besides a decade?" Your feline tongue crept from your mouth And licked glossy lips. An invitation to me, One I would soon regret. He is not so far away, you know Certainly not too far that he Couldn't know, you know. post comment

EPITAPH. [05 Dec 2006|06:08am] [ music | panic! at the disco + lying is the most fun a girl can have ] suckling a bittersweet nectar from the center of a being, you have known the most intimate of secrets. her heart is pitter-pattering against the cage of her chest, heaving with the fast-paced rhythm of a club song that plays over the old radio. one more time, you promise it's the last you'll let it happen. both of you know it won't be long until you give in to secrets, lies, secrets, lies, you have promised to take below the epitaph. she whispers an inaudible love confession and your face goes pale. that line, that lie, line, secret, promise, will become your epitaph as you let it bury you alive. she looks at you and all you can hear is the jackhammering of her heart. secrets, lies, secrets, lies, are taking her and you both over. she has become your epitaph. 1 comment|post comment

[05 Dec 2006|05:51am] [ mood | awake ] and why can't i sleep? and why am i suddenly posting in this journal again? post comment

ENGLISH MUFFIN. [05 Dec 2006|05:15am] [ music | the wallflowers + when you're on top ] when the daylight begins to stretch across the sky, spreading her glorious stain in a valiant attempt to divert your sleepiness away from thoughts of insomnia, you will remember what happened. your eyes will dart to the left and you'll see a stranger, a mirage, an illusion of time and alcohol, mixed with your angst. you'll know that he does not belong to you, he is a roamer of the night. as the rays of light peek through curtains so thin, made of muslin, he will fade along with all your emotions. love was not present last night and has not been for quite some time. you let him run the water, steam rising into your bedroom from the open bathroom door. he washes away any trace of you - your scent, your smudged makeup, and the intensity you had shared with him. you will pretend to be sleeping hard to ignore the pain of him dressing in last night's clothing and heading out the door, with one of your english muffins in hand. post comment

another poem. wee. [23 May 2004|03:57pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | al stewart + year of the cat ] Buried somewhere in this battlefield, Is the tale of old lovers, Piled beneath years of decay And brittle bones of soldiers. I close my eyes and Try to believe in this new age Renaissance without you and Our memories. This battlefield gets Cold at night and chills my flesh, I wish I had more of This nostalgia to weave into a shawl. post comment

summer. [16 May 2004|07:53pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | mitch and mickey + when you're next to me ] the july heat was too much to bear that day. my pores bled saline from sun up until sun down, the steam rising from my flesh was almost visible. it was a roasting day, when the whole town felt as if they had been trapped in an oven. the air tasted sour, as if the asphalt was baking in the sun. there was a blinding light that made us succumb to sunglasses. the sky was painted a fantastic array of pinks and oranges as the sun began to set, disappearing behind the trees and hills of the rolling country side. i closed my eyes and basked in the coolness the evening provided. i had finally become at peace with the day. summer had consumed me. post comment

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