31.3.06

[What I wrote while watching the rehersal]

*Isn't that amusing, the end was jus tlike the beginning

*Her words trail along her hemline. No one listens, watch the flow of her gown. She will curse you but no one listens. "Your hope, your despairs, Yourselves"

*Let's not talk about it, your eyes tinkle too much, your gown is my wave of emotion, of sensation, from an ocean of lust, why should we talk about it, the wind around your face whispers enough, let the moonbeams profess your worries into the endless pathway of fireballs, even the stars feel like flirting, come on let's not go through this again

*"War is pleasure"

*Savagery is a shot of emotions

*You only sit next to me just to twist towards the other side

*Emptiness fills me up

*As the pillars hum, I sit and imagine your consoling gaze above

*"What's life anyway? Power and pleasure"

*"We're not what books and plays say we are"

*"...but I never wanted anyone to love me!"

*My last page will always be my first

*I wanna be a dork [that is a Goooood song, also the title too, check it out]

*"You need to fall in love with the words." {Claudon}

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29.3.06

[My Random Verse]

A cloud of a heart, easy to see, impossible to touch, maybe that's how we should all be, visible, distant, silent, mobile, inspirations, dwelling on nothing but potential to rain onto anything, universal presence is a rain, a thunderstorm, but united absence is a bright, sunny day. Keep the eyes to the clouds of hearts, for there are no limits

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27.3.06

That ethereal glow
Brimmed around the lake
Nothing but shadows and ships cross the light
Silhouettes, blossoms of smoke
Candles stealing dreams from paper into hearts

He read her poems before she left
He read poems whenever her spirit crossed him
Now, a swan takes her place upon rings of water

Dry roses dangle from the bouquet
A time ravaged body lingers in thought
She was beautiful, even pale

Lonesome lips part a silent whisper
Vox clandestina
"I'm sorry, I still do"

Even a forlorn garden bears an unbreakable beauty
Let it be, let it live
Regret only those fears

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26.3.06

How are You?
"You" stand for everything
Friends, Feelings, Objects
My goals and worries

I hate "you"
"You" is too close
Too formal, too much of an opening

"You" is vulnerable and weak
What a perfect thing to love, no
What a wonder to use and abUSE

"You" is a key, a thief, a scavenger
"You" have to give yourself up to become whole
Isn't it ironic, no

When I take "You" apart I find
My reflection
My friends
My bloodline
My hatred
Averting eyes
A quick tongue
A broken future and unfinished lyrics ready to burn
My longing stupidity
My suicidal wheel

"You" encompass everything that "You" should
"You" wind me up and make me crawl
Without "You" I wouldnt know hat these shades mean man
Want to know what "You" did
Absolutely NOThing

When "You" close those eyes
I wish I could get closer to "You"
But I know I would do so just to

"You"/pompous/idiot/lover/jackass/tyrant/helper/bee-otch/scoundrel/UNIverse

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24.3.06

Me gusta cuando callas, porque estás como silencio
Me gusta cuando callas, porque no hablas frases malas
Me gusta cuando estás triste, porque estas como silencio

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10.3.06

Intenté hacer que usted me ama, pero eso no trabajó.

Intenté odiarle, pero eso no duró.

La vida no es fácil ni amor.

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1.3.06

" I

Am a pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended by roses,

by kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean.
Not you, nor him"

--Sylvia Plath, "Fever 103"

I like this poem, it gives me enpowerment and those last stanzas encourage me with pride and mischief. I feel as if I am above others and an too pure for contact with men. The only things that can contact me are heavenly angels [cheribum] and roses. I am a virgin by kiss and nothing else.

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