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I have no idea what this means. Dec 3, 2007 7:00 pm
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Fate will lead me by the hair
judge me four-square
and I've only been alive
for ten months
and 22 days.
Sort it out,
but seriously
I am too lazy to count,
and certainly
I deserve a rest -
I've been writing
(and you thought I didn't care),
taking notes
and parsing out directives:
mix it up, baby,
she'll die a metaphor.
(you'll have to pay me
to interject "American" anymore.)

Really, I only meant to say...
you're lovely,
better than me
but
sorry
can't give you
even a lock,
no matter
how hard you pine -
and it's pure
just as you surmised,
blond
and splayed
and wound by hand -
I'll cut it,
but it's
mine.
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Oh my garsh Dec 2, 2007 7:25 pm
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Well, two things.

1. I'm really diggin' my profile picture now -
very curvy. Plus, I look a lot like Misty
and that has to be a good thing.

And

2. ...holy crap...there are currently 105 views on my "Accepted" post. Can you believe that?

Sh!t...I can climb up the chart in no time if only I can keep getting in trouble. Let's see. Who is gonna piss me off next?

Love,
el-meringue

Mwah - Mwah
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Accepted Dec 2, 2007 7:05 am
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Thank you for your apology, Donald. I was not aware that you wrote a post about me and I'm glad that I didn't know. Most likely I would have left ff - not to escape a few unkind comments, but because ff just wouldn't be the same for me anymore. In fact, it doesn't really feel the same to me now. I just can't take unkindness. I don't have to and I won't. This is a lesson for us all in making sure what we say can't be misconstrued as unkind if we don't intend it to be.

Well, I've been here a year and this is the first time I've gotten caught up in anything like this that was directed at me. It's bound to happen. It's crap, it's juvenile, and it's ff. Everyone defends these situations saying this is a reflection of the 'real world.' Um, I have never seen people treat one another like this in the real world. Maybe that's because they don't make their comments public, instead they just whisper behind backs. Or maybe I'm just an innocent who wanders around not seeing the world for what it is.

Anyway, I apologize also if I wrote anything unkind. I was pissed. That's for sure. And I got caught up in the ease of nastiness that ff allows us within our cloak of anonymity.

Thanks for all the fish.
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I am not at ease Nov 18, 2007 5:59 am
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I am not at ease
in this world
without you.
Words like seeds
remain unopen,
an indoor planting
I have not begun
in time.

My tired poems
are at last resting
beyond the vined
and wild gate.
They've tangled out,
a mulch made ready
by this season
of you.

Will they seed
like summer flowers
and sleep deep within
the winter chaff?
Perhaps like dandelions
they will wisp away
before the summer's end,
all too eager
to plant themselves
again.
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You are There Nov 17, 2007 6:46 am
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I turn and you are there
a pulse of memory
pulled closer
as I sleep
yet resting
just beyond my reach.
As I furrow
into age
you remain
my bedtime mate,
propped into my dreams
like the book
I will not finish
before dawn.
The years remain
un-morninged
by your face,
a slow fade,
a yellow tale
of time.
Will my death
encompass you
in this same space,
my eyes stilled
mid-sentence
to mark the pages
left unread?
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Spaceball Nov 15, 2007 3:07 pm
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Just write.

It's ok, just write. Doesn't have to poem out in spectacular magic or travel celestial paths, track the midnight journey there and back, it just doesn't have to.

So read.

Go back and read what you have written and torment your wordless mind. Think: I can just rewrite it with different words same rhythm I can repost no one will know or I can rewrite this and make it better and repost for advice but...oh.

Think about it.

What words can change the world or take the focus from my self-centered soul? I ain't got it. I've written everything I'm going to write there's nothing more, and I'm too shi**y a writer to write anything better, so just...

Just write.

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Before Morning Nov 9, 2007 10:26 am
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The crush of tide is hidden to the night
and only shouts it's torment toward the sea
it suckles on the sand to gather strength
removing as it came it's secret blight.

In dawn the figures shadow out the beach
so hopeful: are they first to grasp the sight?
but dunes have hidden long without complaint
a girl who stills the light within her reach.

The scent of dark is brackened by the waves
and dances in the hollowed ebbing sound
a home for thoughts too fragile for the day
in eventide it marks them for the grave.

So sound and scent do swell the pounding wind
and the ocean's blackened beauty angers on
but in the magic egress before dawn
the shadows are enough to draw her in.

*****
This is not in true sonnet form.
So forgive, just letting the words
do their thing this time.
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Of This Place Oct 30, 2007 6:41 pm
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In the leveled fortress of her sigh
one thousand forces lay their armour down,
'til dawn they've battled on,
yet all have lived.

The forest murmurs first to soft the rise.
She stands, a rubbled loft among the rocks,
her arms, like wings, are vast
as she takes flight.

In time the wind is memory itself
and flings the mountain-castle to the earth,
and soldiers wash adrift
now she is lost.

Still in the seedless grasses of this place
within the embered wilderness they stole
her name will cast a circle
on the land.

*****
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Last night Oct 26, 2007 8:40 pm
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Last night so late
that crying was alright,
in the streaming maze
of you across my screen,
she awoke from her couch-bed,
fever gone, sudden awake,
as if my tears had fallen
right upon her own.
And she came to me,
and I know she saw you there,
but brief,
for I was fast to stand aside,
and her head buried deep
into my arms and she,
like me,
led us away
for midnight milk
and silence
and a stumbled hug
up those many stairs
and to our room
where I appeared
and snuggled down
to reassure that night was here
and we would sleep.
And laying there
my tears held strong,
her hand found mine
and tangled fingers intertwined
and I knew her future self,
and saw between
the years from now
that she had loved you
all too well.
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The Overlooked Oct 25, 2007 6:05 pm
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Read me a poem
but not just any poem.
Frankly
your naturalist epics
bore me.
My favorite poet?
is not mine.
I've learned
the overlooked
are often what implore me
toward the chance
that I may one day
have my own.
Favorite,
that is.
But you will never read
those poems to me...
honestly...
it's interesting and all,
but
I'd rather be writing
and inventing
and not inflating.
No offense
but I am waiting.
For my favorite poet
to re-appear.
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