| *My Art*
I write
to admit
that I have been wounded by
your graceful indiference,
your cold mechanisms.
I write
in an attempt to understand
the concept
of a shallow intensity
in moments when I could barely
remember my own name.
I write
in the hope of gaining
the ability to abandon
my baggage, my yearning
like you do
with the skill of the painter protege
who surpasses his teacher.
I write
because it is mine.
I write
because you can take away my self worth
but not my poetry.
*Drown Again*
No.
You can't come back in.
The door is closed.
Its over.
Yes it is.
You with your beautiful hands
that have mastered
the art of cruelty.
For I am not
some pendulum
in your clock
of whim and fancy.
I am not
some orchestra you conduct.
I am
alive, after days of being dead
over you.
And your voice
is making me dance.
Maybe I could
open the door
a teeny tiny crack...
just to test the waters...
I do so
with the full knowledge
that I'll only drown again.
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| Just realised the time is upside down on this thingy...like it says Am when its supposed to be PM...will ask my sis how to fix that..cos i can't seem to figure it out. Just went to have lunch ..and do chores like buy lightbulbs ( which in itself is a complicated process that requires careful deliberation) cashed in my cheque..yeay! means i got SOME money coming in. Am going dancing tonight have decided on outfit and am thus excited...manda's coming over so we can act all 12 year oldish and get pretty together...i am going to miss her when she goes back to perth. Meeting everyone tonight at the club..will leave details of sordid night here tomorrow when i am over my hangover ...heheheh...
need to buy a new spiral book cos my journal is getting over am wondering if i should go back and buy the one that is haunting me from evergreen ..hrrrmmm...its kinda pricey though ...so am not sure..
ok thats enough of mundane updates for now...must go take a shower and do the things a girl must do to make it look like she's naturally beautiful and hairless...*sigh* |
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*Realising Futility after Midnight*
I picked up my eraser today
and started work
on removing
the pencil marks of
the you
left in me.
But I can't seem
to erase
the way we dance
in perfect rhythm
almost like
we were a
single person.
So I'll put my eraser
away.
Because I am tired tonight.
and because the
dancing
seems to feel
like
permanent ink.
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| Today was a good day...was woken up by Mandy cos we were meant to do a fancy ( well in our terms) at this awesome Thai place called Lemongrass. Lunch was good very nice Green curry and tom yam...and then since we was broke we resorted to having a ChocoMint McFlurry at McDonalds. Headed down to parkway which is our fav haunt..Evergreen, my fav stationary shop has re-opened after renovation yeay!...am haunted by gorgeous spiral notebook which I currently cannot afford. *sighz* i'm so psycho about stationary...seriously. anyway...came home at 5...spent some time with granny..and the rest of it being a useless blob and fermenting cos its so humid...am going dancing tomorrow...life is good...i wonder for how long though? hrmmm..must think bout outfit...definately skanky skirt and roman tie-ups...
ahhh i need a good beat and some vodka...
Today's Day Grade: A
Current Song: TLC: Good at being Bad
Current Mood: Content
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| OK...so lets start..ermm..well ok..I wanted to start a new weblog where I would be consistent (hopefully) and be able to post some of my poetry which I will do and not abandon as I have before...so this is the thingamabob for it i guess. |
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