Moon

I love your smooth loveliness, your full
and sensuous curves that glow
silver and white. You are the precious jewel
of the evening, you make everything in my life
softer and farther away. Shed your light on me,
and I will never cease to fill my eyes with your
distant form. Poised with perfect mystery and allure,
you lounge on a throne. Even when you disappear,
you’ll never let me stay alone.







I love the moon.

We,

I, like a small bird,
a freckle on the face
of the atmosphere.
You, like a sleek feral cat,
a curve of heat focused
on [your own] survival.
We, like polar opposites
and doppelgängers, were
never meant to meet. So
twist those telephone lines
around us dear,
we will never be closer
than where we are now.







From this, we can infer that I fail at a lot of other things besides communication.
♥

Insert

Like a cut and pasted
journal page, blank
and ready, I wait, so please
[insert emotion here]









Sorry I haven't posted in so long.
I'll get on that.

History

History! A crowd of wizened hands all
reaching out for me, clamoring to share
their own life stories. Each one has a call
so unique, I'm bound to find a voice there
that I enjoy, as well as one that I
will loathe (like ignorant brutality!)
Exploration of cultures beyond my
reach, words so vivid I can almost see
it all- that's what I love! Those hands still reach
for all of us, full of lessons to teach.






For history.
This isn't geeky at all, since I love science & English much more than history.

Choke

_{words curl up in my lungs, I try to breathe them free but they refuse to come. the heavy smoke of not knowing what to say- I choke, I choke! vowels and consonants stick on the roof of my mouth, they cling to my tongue and won’t come out. all I can see is someone I love walking away, but I guess it’s okay. what on earth would I say?}







Gaaaaah it's so awkward for me to talk to people when all I can think of is absolutely NOTHING HELPFUL. Sometimes, being an extrovert sounds nice.