Lovely friend I miss you and the way your face looks when you smile. We haven’t spoken in a while- feel free to keep in touch. You know me enough, I’m sure, to know that I’m not to be trusted to communicate anymore. I love you just the same, and think of you often in my days. If you can’t write or call, promise one thing; if you ever get the chance at all, please think fondly of me?
Long time no see (or speak).
For all the friends I forget to keep in touch with-
I still love you~♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Doll
I’m mostly silent, so she loosens my jaw, twisting left until I want to talk. She curls my hair and says I’m like her doll, so I smile and say, “I hope that’s not all.” We laugh, she says that we’re good friends, and I begin to hope this dream will never end.
Amy loves to dress people up & make them pretty... :D
Amy loves to dress people up & make them pretty... :D
Lakes
What of lakes makes them placid? Wavelets lapping, gently slapping sandy shores. I’m not sure anymore why I dislike them, smell or lack of direction. Perhaps it is the memories I carry with me, when all was bright and sunny and friends traveled in threes. We have grown older now and no one will carry me screaming into the lake. Did I ever like it, anyway?
I used to like lakes, but all the ones in Ohio are gross. Plus, I've been to the ocean, which was way better than a stagnant stinky lake anyways.
I used to like lakes, but all the ones in Ohio are gross. Plus, I've been to the ocean, which was way better than a stagnant stinky lake anyways.
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