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Journal: Snake-charming. -------------------------------------------Mood: At WarIt’s ten o’clock and
I have her seated across from me,
legs hidden by a skirt
four inches too long and
a cheap polyester table cloth.
Her hands are stretched out
across the surface of our table,
crossed at the wrist so
they lay like cascading rivers.
The whole city of Marrakesh is
humming under her skin and
I am intoxicated by the
heady scent of her perfume,
my eyes following her angles
and ending at God.
...Created 2007-04-25 15:19:33 |
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Journal: ... -------------------------------------------Mood: In LoveMy second father is a better parent than my first mother ever has been and when he hugs me, I know he means it....Created 2007-01-15 14:32:30 |
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Journal: ... -------------------------------------------Mood: ConfusedI wish I could move slower, with a greater sense of purpose and grace. I'm too frenetic for my own skin. My mind is light-years away from my body and they never want to sync up. Perhaps I'll take up pacing and try to perfect my intentions. ...Created 2006-10-30 00:14:50 |
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Journal: argh -------------------------------------------Mood: DepressedMy car was broken into yesterday. They took my purse along with my drivers license, checkbook, credit/debit cards, cash, etc. They also took my cell phone, two cd players, over 80 cds and the cases, my rolling suitcase along with several $200+ text books, my sun glasses, my *stethoscope*, confidential hospital paperwork, a sh-tload of medical supplies/equipment (EKG calipers, IV catheters, syringes, latex gloves, pen light, bandage scissors, etc.) two of my grandmother's sweaters, a carry-bag my best friend gave me, my favorite pair of high heels, and my favorite necklace.
I don't even care at this poitn about most of it. Yes, it was expensive. Yes, I am pissed as hell that I have to replace all of my information. But above all I want my personal things back. The carry-bag, the shoes, the neckleace, my grandmother's sweaters, the green plastic turtle that was in the purse that I've had since I was 8, my favorite cd ever which, naturally, was in the cd player they stole. I want those parts of my life back. The parts that meant more to me than any sum of money they could have taken.
If you couldn't tell, I have not had the best two days. And to top it off, I'm typing this in quite a bit of pain becuase I pulled a muscle in my shoulder this morning. I just can't seem to win recently.
Well wishes and virtual hugs would be much appreciated right about now......Created 2006-10-12 12:45:41 |
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Journal: Delegation -------------------------------------------Mood: Sigh...Her upper lip curls like a stroke patient
Like a weak imitation of a Billy Idol sneer
Broad, even teeth peeking through the lopsided gap
A twitch of madder-pink tongue
Beast-like, her hair overtakes her face
A snarled thicket of brunette curls
She sheds in waves down a white sweater
Small hands pick them off one-by-one
Dark rings falling to the scuffed floor
They stick to the soles of her
leather clogs as she walks away
I think I love her....Created 2006-10-09 16:48:12 |
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Journal: new website -------------------------------------------Mood: Straightening things out...Hey. If any of you want to see my work in a different format and possibly some new stuff that I won't be posting on here, check out my page at www.freewebs.com/foxxkitten. It's still under construction but there's still some stuff to look at. And a complete profle, too, for the curious ones.
~DQ...Created 2006-09-23 12:03:44 |
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Journal: yeah... -------------------------------------------Mood: hungry, horny, hurting, sleep-deprivedJust figured out I haven't let most of you know I got my tongue pierced and my feet tattoed. They say HARM NONE. Thanks to parabola for reminding me I should tell people these things...
I'm working a new floor in the hospital-- step-down ICU. Keeping me busy. I'll post when I get a chance to write.
~DQ...Created 2006-09-12 16:40:50 |
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Journal: ... -------------------------------------------Mood: wetDecember isn’t her color
She bleeds against the white
No ermine coat to shield her
...Created 2006-08-02 15:24:56 |
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Journal: Take One Home -------------------------------------------Mood: [un]satisfiableOn shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.
Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.
--Philip Larkin...Created 2006-07-24 20:57:08 |
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Journal: ... -------------------------------------------Mood: ambivalent (don't believe me...)My lies have become casual;
they spill from my mouth like liquid
that I've given up closing my mouth around.
My lips yawn and gape,
a new portal for reversible hurt.
I am a factory of fabrication--
a mass producer of untruths.
Sometimes
I fool even myself.
...Created 2006-07-19 15:33:45 |
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