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Desire is a Restless BedfellowI've been robbed of you because you are me.
Something within me is missing tonight.
Without one what can the other be?
My empty bed is a widespread sight.
Tossing and turning against the sheets.
I can't out sleep the thought of you.
I smell your salty sweat so sweet.
I long, more than lust, to be cloaked in you.
Reclaim me from the brink of madness.
Rise above the gaps of distance.
Vanquish this ever-menacing absence.
Without yours mine is a strained existence.
I track your footsteps through my dreams.
Chasing what I can't physically acquire.
But nothing is ever as it seems.
When I realize I'm chasing my own desire.
Modern LoveI wish I could string together the appropriate words for the occasion; the words that would appeal to everyone but no one at the same time. Because that's what love is when you get right down to it. Something that appeals to everyone because its human nature to want companionship but no one because nobody, not even the most extreme of masochists, really wants to go through all the rigmarole of seeking out the second party. It takes strength and patients to love. It takes strength to commit yourself to another person till death do you part and it takes even more strength to hold true to that commitment. True weakness lies in simply closing yourself off from the world because you're too scared to take the risks that lie in giving yourself to another person in every essence as Dan and Dot have. So to make what was once a long story shorter then its already gotten after hour upon hour upon hour of editing and second guessing...
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white we
How Things changed The SameSo I got grounded last month as most of you already know over a boy. a boy who seems to have completely forgotten about me between there and here. Well I guess once again I was just a nice pair of tits and nothing more but hell that is my own fault for trying to win all the wrong people with all the wrong methods. A week after I get grounded for a month and tried to sneak only to get busted and doubly grounded by a VERY pissed mommy dearest, my bags were packed shortly thereafter and I'm off to NY as planned. Not just one particular spot in NY mind you; THE ENTIRE FUCKING STATE OF NY, because mommy dearest wants to visit all the NY family members for her 50th b-day. It went smoothly for the first couple of days and then it all went to hell in a von Dutch bag.
3 out of my 4 sisters have a fondness for stupid high school style drama because they had a lousy childhood. So they feel it their obligation to take it out on me because now that mom and pops have straightened their edges I don't
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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