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Friday, July 27, 2007

A little diary entry

Do you feel how much I want you? Can you sense it across the distance? As I get closer to you, do you feel the intensity increase? Does your trembling turn to shaking? Do you know how I tremble, how you've shaken me? Do you remember how I held myself, trying to stop my body from shaking, my heart... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 20, 2007

Tree of knowledge

Sorry I haven't been around, I've moved back to the States (at least for awhile) and I don't have my own internet access yet. Tree of knowledge 7/18/07 I want to know I want that knowledge to have your carnal knowledge I would eat your fruit drink your seed juice squeeze me until I bleed. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 1, 2007

The truth is...

I would post that previous poem on MySpace but my husband reads my MySpace blog occasionally, so I can't post it there. I am in love with a man I've loved since 1996 and who I have thoroughly pissed off today, so who knows if he still can be bothered to love me now. I'll drink more now. Sign in to see full entry.

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Okay, truth is, I'm a little drunk.

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Destroyed

Destroyed 2/7/7 I’m on a big conveyor belt I’ve got a date with a meat grinder I’m throwing my life away A perfectly good patsy of a cuckolded husband Waits to see me at the end of the day Coming home he has no idea That I’m ripped out of my head Lusting for a man Halfway across the world I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dredging and dreading

Dredging and dreading 2/7/07 I don’t want our past anymore. We tread on land mines When we venture into our past. Some of the pieces are sweet to the taste but they do not make up for The anguish The nerves I touch Which should never be touched. I’ll never go digging Again. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 25, 2007

Too far

Too far 26/6/07 I want to go too far The truth of the matter is that I don’t believe in Too far Anymore The land of too far is closer than you think Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Sanctuary

Written a long time ago but I think it's not half bad. Sanctuary 4/22/94 The noise of the street, The bumps and bruises, Dirt and thick clouds Are softened, By your certain presence, In my eyes, And my hands. I can shut it out With your gaze, Your smile, And your touch. Locked out for awhile, This... Sign in to see full entry.

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Siren song

Apparently, I'm going to see Stone Sour in concert this summer/fall (depends on when they come to Chicago). Or so a friend of mine insists. Siren song 14/6/07 A great friend of mine Sings a siren song of Substances We’ll go to a raucous concert Get drunk and high And who knows What other hell We... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Thread

Thread 12/6/07 An invisible thread connects us. As long as we are in communication, we exist. Our love, our world exists. Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry intended to relieve the dissonance in my head and my heart, but meant to be read by others, as poetry just for myself isn't cutting it for me anymore. I'm taking the plunge, and looking for feedback. And wondering if there's anybody out there.

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