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Sunday, March 23, 2008


There is a girl I know
with eyes like windows to her soul-
she speaks to me of growth,
and I love
to listen.

Someone drew a picture of it for me~<3

Thursday, March 20, 2008


7 lines 7 beats per

"Write me a poem about
love and confusion," she said.
I accepted her request,
understanding inside that
fondness is never without
some sort of bewilderment;
in fact, they go hand in hand.
Who has loved sans confusion?

At least, that's how I see it. If everything just falls in place for you, that's great.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Home is not where your heart is or
Where you hang your hat,
For my heart has been divided and
I have no hats
(except for those
I wear in snow).
I would rather have it so that
Home is where I live.
That way, no matter where I move,
My heart is with me too
(and my hats).

Just a cute little thing.

Sunday, March 16, 2008


3 lines 11 beats per

If I had the courage, perhaps I would have
Spoken the words I thought nearly constantly-
“You are my lifeline- without you, I would drown.”

Saturday, March 15, 2008


I am all sharp edges and angles, invisible spines bristling at the thought of human contact- I am your worst nightmare in teenage female form, angry eyes and hostile posture, body language screaming, “Do not come near me!” So back away, all you well meaning but temporarily small brained just trying to be friends- just let me hide away until this cycle ends.

It happens to the best of us... and me.

Friday, March 14, 2008


3 stanzas, 3 lines 7 beats per

She is swirls of scheduled some-
times and wonderful colors.
Distance cannot dilute her.

If there is a show- she has
heard of it, read the reviews,
and grown a strong opinion.

Words are sharper on her tongue.
Nerd buddy, therapist, and
sharer of brainwaves- Meagan

I was supposed to post this March 7th, since that was her birthday, but... I didn't.
But I broke it up into three stanzas because I've known her three years & her birthday is 3-7 hence the 3 lines & 7 syllables per bit.
So clever of me.

Monday, March 10, 2008


6 lines, 9 beats per

I love it when the rooftops are white,
and blend into the stark winter skies.
It is possible to imagine
that in between them, there are no lines,
but only the blank winter canvas
promising to be filled in by Spring.

Sunday, March 9, 2008


It is laying in two feet of snow
that I realize,
whether crystals of ice
or leafy bough
nature already provides
the best beds I know.

So, just got over a level three snow emergency in this part of town. In case you're one of the lucky folks who don't know what a level 3 is, it's when you're not allowed to go out on the roads because it's too dangerous. Only emergency vehicles or cops, hence the fact that you can be arrested if caught driving.
I love sleeping in snow~♥

Thursday, March 6, 2008


I cannot help but hold you close,
and never want to let you go.
Greed, we know, a sin of man,
is also a sin of mine.
I will watch the numbers grow,
smile and think,
“This belongs to me.”

I can't help it- I like money. Which is ironic, considering that I'm poor...

Monday, March 3, 2008


Her eyes are hollow,
darkly shadowed.
I’m looking for scars,
but find none so far
(this is reassuring).
“It’s been a long day,” she says
glancing back at me
before lighting a cigarette.
I shrug, and ask for gum.
It is then when I realize
that the emptiness in her eyes
is swallowing me.
I shake my shoulders,
and brush the feeling away.


She hates pictures, but I love to tease
Following her dodges with the lens-
We are good friends.
She lives next door to me,
And I will walk into her room with ease.
She fakes indignation, and I resignation-
Later, she defends her sharp exterior,
And we laugh together
Over the faceless photographs.