entries that might have been...
These are just a few unfinished entries that never quite made to my actual blog…
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I’m sure lots of people have stories about feeling alienated from their families when they were children. I read this story when I was young about a changeling, a child secretly exchanged for another. In Celtic lore, this would happen when the elves would steal a human child in the night and leave behind one of their own. I was sure that had happened to me and I was very obsessed with Irish folklore after that.
I used to have this sweatshirt, when I was little, that had little white sheep all over it. On the left side of the shirt there was one little black sheep amidst all the others. I used to imagine that I was that sheep, standing all alone in a great sea of sameness wondering where the rest of the black sheep were hanging out.
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The faucet is dripping again. Okay, not dripping…running. The plumber, I’m told is in the mountains camping, and can’t make it back here until tomorrow. Ahhh, the plumbers of Colorado.
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Well Everyone...It has finally happened. I am engaged. I know, it's crazy, but it's the most wonderful craziness ever.
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Drunken poetry
The fiery glow of your kiss
Melts over my solitude
The prickly heat of necessity
Drowns all dreams
Fool my loveliness
Tempt my truths
Mirror my heat
It can’t be more than it is
This fortress of solitude
That floats on your palace of dreams
Milks my soul
And my heart
Until my dreams run dry
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The flawless arc of her life stretched out
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Moments of truth
Flickering
Glowing gold
And fading to black
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You know you’re from Port Orford when…
You can remember each time the Theater in town has opened for business and gone out of business in the last 20 years.
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pushing wet fingers against the chilled glass
that window inside is fogged
but full of that burning liquid
that wraps you in it's intoxicating warmth
a dark red velvet heat
you step outside and the clouds pour down
onto your feverish head
and the cold heat in your hand
*"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other human invention in history... ...with the possible exception of handguns and tequila" -Mitch Ratcliffe
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mourning in the morning
the sun and days of sleepy elastic happiness
covered in melty hot summer and clinking ice cubes
following you around wearing nothing but my flip flops
coconut oil drips between my toes
and bees threaten me
my ponytail tickles my back
lucky this yard is fenced
but that day was one of a hundred
and the rain lives here now
we watch the wetness trickle down the walls
and wonder how long it will last
The day is fast approaching. Accuweather quotes clouds and possible showers the day of. *yikes* I really hope that my wedding day is nice....
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I’m sure lots of people have stories about feeling alienated from their families when they were children. I read this story when I was young about a changeling, a child secretly exchanged for another. In Celtic lore, this would happen when the elves would steal a human child in the night and leave behind one of their own. I was sure that had happened to me and I was very obsessed with Irish folklore after that.
I used to have this sweatshirt, when I was little, that had little white sheep all over it. On the left side of the shirt there was one little black sheep amidst all the others. I used to imagine that I was that sheep, standing all alone in a great sea of sameness wondering where the rest of the black sheep were hanging out.
*
The faucet is dripping again. Okay, not dripping…running. The plumber, I’m told is in the mountains camping, and can’t make it back here until tomorrow. Ahhh, the plumbers of Colorado.
*
Well Everyone...It has finally happened. I am engaged. I know, it's crazy, but it's the most wonderful craziness ever.
*
Drunken poetry
The fiery glow of your kiss
Melts over my solitude
The prickly heat of necessity
Drowns all dreams
Fool my loveliness
Tempt my truths
Mirror my heat
It can’t be more than it is
This fortress of solitude
That floats on your palace of dreams
Milks my soul
And my heart
Until my dreams run dry
*
The flawless arc of her life stretched out
*
Moments of truth
Flickering
Glowing gold
And fading to black
*
You know you’re from Port Orford when…
You can remember each time the Theater in town has opened for business and gone out of business in the last 20 years.
*
pushing wet fingers against the chilled glass
that window inside is fogged
but full of that burning liquid
that wraps you in it's intoxicating warmth
a dark red velvet heat
you step outside and the clouds pour down
onto your feverish head
and the cold heat in your hand
*"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any other human invention in history... ...with the possible exception of handguns and tequila" -Mitch Ratcliffe
*
mourning in the morning
the sun and days of sleepy elastic happiness
covered in melty hot summer and clinking ice cubes
following you around wearing nothing but my flip flops
coconut oil drips between my toes
and bees threaten me
my ponytail tickles my back
lucky this yard is fenced
but that day was one of a hundred
and the rain lives here now
we watch the wetness trickle down the walls
and wonder how long it will last
The day is fast approaching. Accuweather quotes clouds and possible showers the day of. *yikes* I really hope that my wedding day is nice....
*
posted by saucybritches at
8/24/2005 02:20:00 PM
2 Comments:
I did not realize that you wrote poetry, and the selections you've included delight me, especially the "mourning in the morning"...I liked it very much. Are these random selections things that you will elaborate upon perhaps?
well, it's hard to elaborate on some of them... All of that stuff was sitting in my drafts folder. I can't remember exactly when most of it was written. :) I do write poetry though I have a lot more... I should post up a few...
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