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Saturday, February 14, 2009


I can somewhat recall his smile
while we sat by the fire,
and the warmth of his body next to mine.
The edges of his face
are beginning to become erased
by space and time.
It does not matter in the end,
since he wasn't as real as we are.
Dreams can only get us so far.

I had a dream that I fell in love with Death, and the more I loved him the more handsome he became to me (but he was only handsome to me- to everyone else he looked ugly).
He had a very nice house, and had a minivan.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


First it creeps on autumn's tepid breath-
a snap on your tongue,
a soft spoekn sigh,
"There is only a short time left."

it hides in the painted canvas of leaves,
whistling in your lungs
when you say goodbye-
Patiently waiting for the season's first freeze.

There it stays for a while,
perhaps lost,
until Fall has run
its last colorfully drawn out mile.

Then it sprouts from the grass;
a field of frost,
diamonds in the sun,
crystal ferns pressed against the glass.

And all at once it descends,
falling in flakes
that cling to hair,
breaking past the season that only bends.

Everything is covered in cotton, white
like the frozen lakes
and breath in the air.
The sun's rays are caught, and magnified.

So winter has come in all its shining glory-
blue skies,
white earth;
but there is an end to every story.

Icicles begin to melt their final tears
for goodbyes
and rebirth,
and begins to dream of the coming year.


Monday, February 9, 2009


My beartbeat is the sound of a thousand pounding drums inside my chest. A very merry nervous tune played against my xylophone ribcage breast. My breath dances in my throat and ears. I am musical for you, but you are not close enough to hear.

Some people get noticeably nervous when they're around someone they like. I haven't noticed anything that might give me away, but my insides sure do go crazy.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


"I'm in love!" she sighed.
"That's wonderful!" I lied.
I did not want to see her
swooning over his boogers
or laughing at the wrong time
(every other line)
for his jokes.
Maybe it's because I think
that knights in shining armor things
are only normal people underneath.
Hidden behind that metallic suit
might be an artist, a jock, or blue
green, brown eyes for you
to look into.
"He's terrible!" she cried.
"No," I whispered, very quiet,
"he is just real life."

I probably should've saved this for Valentine's Day.
Don't worry, I'll have written something for it by then.


Females can be so annoying sometimes... I mean, really. Guys don't sneeze rainbows, and neither do you, so just be human together.

Saturday, February 7, 2009


It’s not like I never
Watching the stars with you
wanted you to come closer-
seemed magical, but
I was only afraid of
we aren’t in a fairytale, and
you having to leave.
I’m not a princess.

I love disjointed things ♥

And it reminds me of how the Grudge moved... In a poetic, non-scary kind of sense.

So I basically wanted to write something that flowed but didn't, so I took two seperate stanza things and just shuffled them together. TA-DA!

I hope it isn't too obvious that I'm a sham...

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I woke up one morning to find
a note that I don't remember writing.
"Just bring me back",
it said.
So I will save
it for the day
when someone takes
my heart away.
Then I will say
to them, "Behave,
Just bring me back."

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and write things that make no sense. Except this time it kind of did make sense, so I wrote about it.


They come from paper planes, dropping post-it bombs on the notebook romance of my life. I am soggy and red rimmed, but I will survive. So we all decorate our lives, colorful construction paper cutouts dashed haphazardly on the page as confetti and glitter glue illuminate our way. And when the pages stick together, what can you do but laugh? We are only arts and crafts.

Arts and Crafts. It started with the first sentence, and I really couldn't think of anything that fit it from there so I just made something up so that it wouldn't bother me too badly.