Poet between the covers.
Today is: Jan 24th, 2007 9:52:21 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Narcissistic.
Inspiration: New Wave.

This is poetry, between my thighs.
Life and Creation, Motivation and Sweat.

Can no other feel the Poetry, but Me?
Barrier methods are mine in the taking.

Barrier Methods are mine in the Making.
A three mile barrier between, the lust of one.
And the love of another.

A mile and a half away from culmination.
Too far for me, too far for you.

To close for me, too close for you.
Destination Destiny, fulfillment Despair.

I am in a state of mild bliss, our three week hiatus of sorts, due to ooze and blues, has been removed by one hour long conversation, and the promise of escape.

The logistics of life may not all be perfect, but at minimal...
This would be a smile.

A genuine smile.
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Boobs Suck.
Today is: Jan 17th, 2007 1:24:57 am - Subscribe
Mood: Pained
Inspiration: Brick-great game.

And my back aches. I need to see a doctor. I am slowly collapsing under the strain and weight of my own breasts. Dear god, I am not a large girl by any means, and my back is killing me.

Even half of what I got would be nice.

I'm sure not many would complain, not even my dearest. Maybe then I could sleep without a disfiguring torture device clasped around me.

....People talk of comfort in their own skin,
and learning to love their bodies....

Hey, many women would kill for my body, but only I will end up the cripple.

Screw you. Screw you to all the women who want to be itty bitty with big boobs. You are fucked in the head.

On a plus note, he likes me. He sent me a cute note via paper airplane. I'll cherish it forever. Or until the pencil fades.
And even after then.

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Did you leave me?
Today is: Jan 12th, 2007 1:16:39 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Lonely.
Inspiration: Terry Gilliam

All alone?

I am the first to admit that I am relationship inept. But maybe I am not the only reason that this isn't working as 'magically' as once thought.

We need to talk, you need to spell out what you want in a relationship, and you need to hear my childish insecurities about us. I know, that we are both not ones to want to discuss these things.
But if we are just going to play phone tag, and hang out with friends, and when they aren't looking, you can steal my much sought after kisses....

Then perhaps, I can refer you to one of your previous girlfriends, they all managed to be with you for at least a year, obviously liking the lack of communication. Or maybe it's just with me that we cannot form meaningful words.

I don't want to hear
'I love you'
'I want you'
'I need you'

I don't want that.
I want, simpler things.

Phone when you say you will.
Maybe even sound excited to do something.

I love being with you, but not when it like this.
I almost miss wanting to be more than just friends, instead of being more than just friends.

Damn, why is life is irresponsible, and chaotic?
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Mindful Mystery
Today is: Jan 5th, 2007 12:27:58 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Questionable.
Inspiration: Skittles. Red Ones.

I am a small child,
in sheep clothes.

I am not sure I am ready to be the wolf yet.
Or if I ever will...

I want to be ready for this, but, all those stunningly ridiculous questions about afterwards.

Will he still kiss me good morning?
Will he still call me every day?

Will he still want to be with me?
Will I still still see this for what it is?

Will I be able to do this?

I know that this is stupid, but I mean, we are dating, and it is bound to happen. You don't just hold hands when you're nearly twenty.
Do you?

I think we need to talk.
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Weekend Wonders.
Today is: Jan 1st, 2007 6:41:17 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Tasteful.
Inspiration: Black Cherry Vanilla. For moi?

So what do you do?

When a plutonic relationship, turns into just a relationship? A proper working physical relationship?

Are you supposed to feel this happy? This non-different?

We are taking this at a good pace though, I won't ever say he isn't a gentleman.
No, I couldn't say that.

Ever kissed until your lips hurt the next morning?

It's an odd feeling. Falling asleep with the taste of his mouth on yours, waking up and spooning into a comfortable position, falling asleep happy.

If this is any forsight into how my year is going to be, I have a feeling that this is going to be a really good year.
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