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Mar. 26th, 2009

I gave up and used "elusiveness", on the basis that "elusivity" is not a word.

If I hold on a little longer
do you think that we might try
to make a garden
from the rich soil of our friendship
- may I offer you a flower?
A seed at least
in return for the sweet-smelling jasmine
you have draped tenderly over my life
that threatens to choke me
if I cannot turn and truly embrace it
that permeates my darkest dreams
and wakes me in tears for its elusiveness.

Mar. 22nd, 2009

They're just modern fairytales for hopeless (failing) escapists.

The Mills & Boon is SOOOO not helping.

That is all.

Mar. 14th, 2009

You've got Buckley's of getting into my pants. (I swear.)

with hands so cool and lips so warm
you found in me a hidden storm
and gods know how I wanna show it to ya
but the name on my heart no it isn't yours
and I won't be one of your whores
who take you in and scream the hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelujah

Oh gods I am so easily turned on.
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Mar. 8th, 2009

Nothing compares and I fail to see how this is fair.

you have quite spoilt me for kisses
soft and salty and surprising
I slipped my name between your lips
felt you breathe your own into me
and exhale, we let them spill like clouds
into the dim haze of predawn
across your bare chest
and into the space behind my ear

Feb. 24th, 2009

Dualities, multitudes, plentitude, makeupyourmindalreadyIhave.

I now have known two very distinct sides of him-
firstly, the sweet brother I woke up beside with the sunlight
well over a year ago at science camp
who loved to say "awwwww, you're singing!"
and tickled me and let me sit on his lap

and secondly
in the half-lit ambience of my bedroom
only two nights ago, as Sunday dawn rose
the tender and sensual young man
without his glasses and without his shirt
who kissed me to near ecstasy
this image captured forever between my peeking eyelashes.

Feb. 15th, 2009

Beautiful, miracle, unbelieveable... instead of just invisible.

i spent today
listening to you complain-
not unpleasantly, but still-
about your girlfriend
of more than two years
and heard the comment you made
that Colleen
'would have to be blind'
not to see the love in Dean's eyes
and all the while
you were talking
and i was talking
and we were talking
but all i could concentrate on doing
was figuring out
a thousand different ways
to tell you -

you are my fairytale.

Jan. 17th, 2009

for gods' sake dehydrate me

Having returned from science camp, she is exhausted and homesick for it already. Here are some of her thoughts, collected during the week away.

     dear oh dear sir you don't thrill me anymore than you did last time...
     although my brainspace, of course, is a tad fuller today than it was back then.
     ~yes sulfuric acid + sucrose is exothermic, your temperature probe maps that quite nicely but of course I am hot and cold like a menopause victim yet my seventeen years have n'ary seen enough to clock their own time, let alone an extra forty years.
     more than i want your hands on my skin I want your warm breath on my neck and your lips so close to mine ~ how do you manage to be so tender and so spicy at the same time and how do you make my lungs halve in volume and my legs quiver and how can you fuel the flame in me with such simple words?

*cough* She also returns with a (non-romantic, no real strings attached) first kiss.

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Dec. 19th, 2008

Even my heart is a moon.

in a dream i had
i held you in my hands
and like a smooth stone
rubbed my fingers
all over your skin

but unlike the stone
you were bristled
along your jawline
with small bumps
on your back
and soft tight curls
atop your head

and unlike the stone
you were warm even before
we touched
and you warmed,
o you, stone in my hands,
you warmed the stone
in my chest
which was never
or bristled
or textured with anything
but naivete
and hope
and the lingering touch
of a waxing desire.

Dec. 15th, 2008

I won't look at the decimal places.

there is a number
somewhere between
and ninety
that will arrive
in my mailbox
sometime tomorrow afternoon.

some friends and relatives
received it
this morning
but i won't know it
until i can put it between my lips
like i did when i was a child
and i won't believe it
until i can touch it
and taste it
and squeeze it
between my fingertips

and even then
it will be hard
to remember
that twelve years of my short life
have cast this fishing line
into my future
and pulled out
four significant figures
which become
gps coordinates
for the next few years

it will still be difficult
to realise
that come January 31st, 2009
i won't put on a striped dress
and brown shoes
or pull my hair back
or have to put up
with all the
incredible things
that come with highschool
it will be an
effort on my part
to let go.

ENTER: The Real World.

Dec. 12th, 2008

Stolen lines.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

I felt it - the wire touched my neck

Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
I've been walking around all day, thinking -
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you do tonight,
I just wanna lay next to you for a while.

The flowers you gave me are just about to die
I've been a bad, bad girl
I never understood before - I never knew what love was for
Strumming my pain with his fingers

Wedding, a wedding, we're going to have a wedding
Look for the bare necessities
Everybody, have you heard, he's gonna buy me a mockingbird
Smile, though your heart is aching

The ways of this world are grabbing a hold
Well, I saw fireworks from the freeway
She's coming over, we'll go out walking
I'm trying to tell you something about my life

Voglio trovare un senso questa sera (I want to find a meaning tonight)
Moving forward, using all my breath
Ain't no time for the corner boys...

Sorry, I never told you
                                 all I wanted to say.

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