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Warm Hands, Cold Heart
Jul. 3rd, 2005 02:53 pm( poem )
Thief to Rival
Jun. 21st, 2005 10:17 pm Don't love him where I can see
All that I said to you
Was strung on lies
Don't take my little chance with him
Away from me
Don't be the one that lights delight
In his eyes
The one who steals the meager morsels
Of his time
Away from me
.
.
.
Don't think her love
Is less than mine
I have been too often
In her place:
Longing, in a smiling face
All that I said to you
Was strung on lies
Don't take my little chance with him
Away from me
Don't be the one that lights delight
In his eyes
The one who steals the meager morsels
Of his time
Away from me
.
.
.
Don't think her love
Is less than mine
I have been too often
In her place:
Longing, in a smiling face
(After the first date)
Jun. 11th, 2005 09:51 pm Parking lot moments
Parting that is long and slow
Orbit and contact
Parting that is long and slow
Orbit and contact
Another Cleaning Day
Mar. 20th, 2005 01:54 pmThis time, I tackled a problem that's been nagging me for a while: ( my stationary )
By the way, if you'd like a letter (international or domestic), email me an address to send it. My email address is on my info page.
I found something else in the shuffling, too -- a little stack of decade+ old poems that hadn't been put with the other old ones. They were not especially good, but here are a couple that I'm glad to have found. The first one, "Gingerbread", disturbs me... weird how a mindset can keep in faded ballpoint on cheap notepaper. The second one, I believe, is one that I wrote to the guy I was engaged to, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I wouldn't have given it to him, because even then I was aware that he was a clod.
( Gingerbread )
( celery in tuna salad (!) )
I've had a whole bunch of new music to listen to while cleaning, because D the Pirate came over yesterday. I'm not supposed to have this Fiona Apple -- no one is -- which is just stupid, because the album is brilliant. Why would her label shelve this?!?
By the way, if you'd like a letter (international or domestic), email me an address to send it. My email address is on my info page.
I found something else in the shuffling, too -- a little stack of decade+ old poems that hadn't been put with the other old ones. They were not especially good, but here are a couple that I'm glad to have found. The first one, "Gingerbread", disturbs me... weird how a mindset can keep in faded ballpoint on cheap notepaper. The second one, I believe, is one that I wrote to the guy I was engaged to, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I wouldn't have given it to him, because even then I was aware that he was a clod.
( Gingerbread )
( celery in tuna salad (!) )
I've had a whole bunch of new music to listen to while cleaning, because D the Pirate came over yesterday. I'm not supposed to have this Fiona Apple -- no one is -- which is just stupid, because the album is brilliant. Why would her label shelve this?!?
(no subject)
Dec. 30th, 2004 12:31 pmShall I write fondly of the divine meal,
Of how we laughed, of ev'ry lovely dish,
Tempura fried to aesthetic appeal,
The beasts and beauties created in fish?
How seven sat with chairs enough for eight,
How even while we dined without one there,
His absence had a near and subtle weight,
Presence marked by more than the empty chair?
'Tis true, Dave introduced most of our lot
To each other, in his own grenade style,
But I must ask, was this part of the plot --
The women's talk, the shared, sarcastic smile?
We parted late, in camaraderie;
'Twas greatly fun ~ 'twas brilliant company.
Not exactly iambic, but it's only been about 14 hours. ^_^;
"If there is at least one person in your life who you consider a close friend, and who you would not have met without being part of an online fandom, post this sentence in your journal."
My heart would be cold
without you beside it
A little bird in my hands
Close to my center, here with me now
A little bird like a palm-sized flame
Gone, grey smoke, in a moments flight
If you go, you take my life
grain by tiny grain
Over the weight of feather and song
My fingers shape an open prayer
This space, for a little bird,
The sheltered place that keeps me warm
without you beside it
A little bird in my hands
Close to my center, here with me now
A little bird like a palm-sized flame
Gone, grey smoke, in a moments flight
If you go, you take my life
grain by tiny grain
Over the weight of feather and song
My fingers shape an open prayer
This space, for a little bird,
The sheltered place that keeps me warm
Silly me, I got confused and posted in the wrong journal! A quick oops. Anyway, that one was supposed to be where it is now, here.
First off, a meme yanked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cygna_hime, in which I had to cheat slightly because the questions sucked, but the result is not too far off the mark.
( flavor )
But this poem is just playing around with an idea, and I'll LJ-cut it for those who would skim it anyway.
( Ave )
First off, a meme yanked from
cygna_hime, in which I had to cheat slightly because the questions sucked, but the result is not too far off the mark.( flavor )
But this poem is just playing around with an idea, and I'll LJ-cut it for those who would skim it anyway.
( Ave )
I wrote you something.
Remember that I said I might do a poem for everyone on my friends
list? I guess, this is yours.
Kin
I saw you beneath the cherished moon's glow
Veiled, alone upon the ice
With stories that you sang out, in shadow
Like lost feathers, so fall your words
Your true nature, in small ways revealed
In whispers you didn't know I'd heard
And in the things you've said, too
When we both feel thinner than these veils
Too invisible, even, to see through
I'm not sure where to begin
To make these empty feelings end
These things in which we two are kin
But with this awkward verse, I'll try
to say that we are not just friends
But sisters, in the tears we cry
So Sister, enchanted princess, be
comforted, and ease your heart
It's not the swan, but you, I see.
And you are not
invisible
to me.
Kin
I saw you beneath the cherished moon's glow
Veiled, alone upon the ice
With stories that you sang out, in shadow
Like lost feathers, so fall your words
Your true nature, in small ways revealed
In whispers you didn't know I'd heard
And in the things you've said, too
When we both feel thinner than these veils
Too invisible, even, to see through
I'm not sure where to begin
To make these empty feelings end
These things in which we two are kin
But with this awkward verse, I'll try
to say that we are not just friends
But sisters, in the tears we cry
So Sister, enchanted princess, be
comforted, and ease your heart
It's not the swan, but you, I see.
And you are not
invisible
to me.
A little petal of sadness
has drifted into my thoughts
On this blue sky day
with the wind chimes singing
It alighted, unexpected
And suddenly a breeze of memory
sent it spinning, dancing,
Catching my notice in the quiet hour.
I remember how, for a little while
you were in my life
And the petal, soft and pink,
Flutters and sticks to my dry cheek.
~*~
Despite the above, my thoughts today were mostly silly. Like, CCS AUs that shouldn't happen.
( Gender )
( Winnie the Pooh )
And the thoughts that come from watching Gravitation and Fruits Basket (again) on the same weekend:
( Duck, Duck, Goose )
Oh, and one more thing, since I have obviously been in a poeming mood of late.
( bad limericks )
And that's enough of that. And, strangely, MY FRIENDS PAGE IS STILL STUCK AT WHERE IT WAS 2 DAYS AGO!!!
has drifted into my thoughts
On this blue sky day
with the wind chimes singing
It alighted, unexpected
And suddenly a breeze of memory
sent it spinning, dancing,
Catching my notice in the quiet hour.
I remember how, for a little while
you were in my life
And the petal, soft and pink,
Flutters and sticks to my dry cheek.
~*~
Despite the above, my thoughts today were mostly silly. Like, CCS AUs that shouldn't happen.
( Gender )
( Winnie the Pooh )
And the thoughts that come from watching Gravitation and Fruits Basket (again) on the same weekend:
( Duck, Duck, Goose )
Oh, and one more thing, since I have obviously been in a poeming mood of late.
( bad limericks )
And that's enough of that. And, strangely, MY FRIENDS PAGE IS STILL STUCK AT WHERE IT WAS 2 DAYS AGO!!!
