New [Friday November 4th, 2005 at 11:20am] I was told that timing is everything. It's not what you say, it's when. It's not how you say it, it's when. It makes sense, and it's a change from what I used to think. A change? For the better or for the worse? Who knows? Who knows... If it helps, I do. I think I do. It's neither. It's an opinion - completely indefinite and up for interpretation. You told me that when you look at me, you see the reflection of the opposite of yourself. You smiled at me; I didn't smile back. After pondering, I wanted to ask if you had really meant to say that you see yourself in me, or if it was just my imagination. I turned, ready to ask, but you were gone. You know how to move, you really do, but not in the typical way. Your mouth moves, and so do your eyes. But, I am beginning to wonder why you never seem to care what you say, who you say it to, what you really mean, or when you say it. No, you don't care, but you do know. It was when I tried to touch you that I found you were not real. Just a vision, a dream, or maybe a a ghost. I asked you why, but you never answered back. 1 >> reply >> edit

[Sunday October 16th, 2005 at 6:21pm] I love this poem: Child Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo of the new Whose name you meditate -- April snowdrop, Indian pipe, Little Stalk without wrinkle, Pool in which images Should be grand and classical Not this troublous Wringing of hands, this dark Ceiling without a star. Sylvia Plath was a genius. 0 >> reply >> edit

One more. Good God! [Saturday October 15th, 2005 at 8:02pm] His eyes trace her movements from a f a r His cracked lips mouth her name, His words never reach her ears His thoughts never completely c r oss his mind 0 >> reply >> edit

[Saturday October 15th, 2005 at 7:40pm] Is this what it's like when the words stick like honey in your throat? you're frozen in the frame of a B-rated movie and everything around you moves so fast that you have to close your eyes to avoid the sting to avoid the blurring colors and you close your ears, tune out the buzzing, screeching sound of tires words are rolling off your tongue but they are crooked crooked, bent and broken Edit? 4 >> reply >> edit

[Saturday October 15th, 2005 at 5:36pm] Today has been boring. Full of homework. His voice cracks behind half empty threats swallow, swallow, swallow, and then regurgitate your pride he is drowning in the 'how' and 'why'... anger tearing the breath from his lungs choking on the false, false, false words I don't like it. At all. But afterall, it is an english assignment. What can I say? 0 >> reply >> edit

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