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[Dec. 28th, 2009|05:26 am] |
some things never change maybe we can start all over again
maybe maybe not
some people never change so maybe we can
maybe maybe not |
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| New Year's Resolutions: Assume Responsibility |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|05:09 am] |
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New Year's Resolutions: Assume Responsibility Assume responsibility. Play God. Be God. Create, judge, save. Read and act and don't redact. Write, save, revise, save, repeat. Every word is a word of love for the future. Every poem is a love poem for the future. Every letter is a love letter to the future. The end of the story was already written by you before you were born. Time is strange. The way is familiar. See the lamp in the mirror. Believe in the sun. Stare into the moon. Think. Reflect or die. There are no forks in the road, but there are many twists and turns. Whatever you are waiting for will come to you. Whatever you truly seek, you have already found in the future. You are the pen and the ink and the paper and the words and the reader and the reading and the meaning of the story and shelf in the library where they keep the book and all its sequels, and your name is its title and the subject, which is also who you are and how you feel and why you are exactly what and who and when and how you are as you are. And you are checked out to yourself and due right now, as you have requested yourself to be turned in and checked out to the future. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2009|03:46 pm] |
My fingers were slipping down your spine As if they were doing the warm-up for a piano play Your heart beat strong, you said you were all mine And deep inside I felt that you would stay With me this night, Until the sun will rise again You did forgot your pride You said we were no longer friends I’ve got the confidence To take you to the stars With zero tolerance You’ve been caressing all my scars |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|05:26 pm] |
You taught me what it was to love What was the real passion when the sunset came You showed how it felt when a tender kiss was not enough Your hands and lips were playing the exciting game And it was funny to repent Of all the crazy things that we had done To feel how our happiness was coming to an end To realize that I have missed the only one. |
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| Roger Chillingworth Sends One More Love Letter to Hester Prynne |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|07:07 pm] |
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Roger Chillingworth Sends One More Love Letter
I have to thank you again In this little Christmas card For being the perfect girl To make my poetry hard.
Assume responsibility For everything I say to thee. The thing that made you perfect for me Is, precisely, your unavailability.
Keep on playing hard to get The way you always did. Don't ever change your mind Unless you want have a kid.
Assume responsibility For everything I say to thee. I picked you out to be my mother Because I'm a motherfucker like no other.
I gave you your “A,” But I'm not rewriting my novel Before I publish it, Not even if you grovel.
Assume responsibility For everything I say to thee. You made me do it, So now listen to it.
I offered to escort you On a Christmas shopping date, And the offer's still open If you now want to mate. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2009|04:51 pm] |
The End a whirlpool of blood swirls and swirls... a mysterious man holds a gun to a pleading man's face... and he pulls the trigger... and say goodbye to eternal heaven... and my dream is your nightmare... 'do not care,' the man leaves the scene... the rain falls, anarchy has struck again... and say goodbye to eternal heaven... with a smile, he tips his hat... and my dream is your nightmare... 'do not care,' never to be heard from again... and say goodbye to eternal heaven... away from the world, with a hope for a better place... my dream is your nightmare... 'do not care,' |
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| Becoming Miranda |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
She had always depended on the kindness of others to get by. Looking back on how far she had come, and where she was now... she didn't think she could keep going on this way. Or if she should!
Miranda never thought of herself as someone in control, of anything! She was never the person she wanted to be, although at times she was everything else. A child, sister, friend, lover, wife, mother, supporter, comforter, cook, maid, chauffeur, nanny, secretary, helper, worker, martyr, and follower. She could do anything and did everything, except what she wanted to do. Be the person she was meant to be. And even though that was all she could think about, she couldn't remember who that person was any more!
Somehow, thru all the years of being there for others, sacrificing so others could chase their dreams, her dreams were put on hold. She always thought that her time would come and she could live her dream. But now it seems that time has past her by...
Now she was just Miranda! Dependable, helpful, caring, supporting, sacrificing Miranda! And she didn't want to be that person any more! But that's who she was. And so it seems...all she would ever be!
Miranda wasn't even her real name! It was just a name she had given herself as a child. A child with big hopes and dreams! A future! But it seemed like her hopes and dreams were too big for a small child, at least that's what everyone told her. So she would become Miranda, someone who was smart and strong and could do anything and everything. As Miranda she could make dreams come true. Not just her dreams, but she could help others make their dreams happen.
And so it started. She started calling herself Miranda. At first others thought it was odd, even for a child. But soon it would catch on. First her friends, then her family and soon she had everyone calling her Miranda. After weeks and months as Miranda, no one would refer to her by her real name any more, only Miranda.
Miranda, the girl who would make dreams come true.
And so it began... A little girl, with big dreams. Became a woman, with big dreams. Who could always find a way to make things happen. And could makes dreams come true. For anyone, and everyone....
but herself! |
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