| Grex > Poetry > #188: julie stuff |
| julie stuff | 
May 5 00:35 UTC 2000 |
wishing wishful wishes we fearing blindness cannot see feel the path that beckons me she knew but couldnt see she was but wasnt me she looked inside the earth she saw into the night she talked between the words she fell into the light tired thinking drinking drown
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May 5 00:37 UTC 2000 |
spiraling, panoramic emotion sentimental, eternal vision melodies of intrinsic meaning undulating pattern flowing perspective shift sensing a chaotic touch of love
| response 2 of 15: |
May 5 00:40 UTC 2000 |
its snowing i was told to date my writing my head is full but i have little to say that hasnt been said so i watch the snow remembering this feeling in an unmade bed
| response 3 of 15: |
May 5 03:07 UTC 2000 |
i spoke to the lie until it was gone when i looked into the mirror today my reflection was a stranger with a pretty face whose eyes reflect the moon i slew the demon how dramatic of me
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May 5 03:16 UTC 2000 |
hey tree open your eyes all ready to see great revelation from a mere tree come down to my veins so i can touch the sun feel the sky i can see you breathing let us be here and breath freely
| response 5 of 15: |
May 5 03:21 UTC 2000 |
sparkle and shimmer while flowing down the stream of i one more inspired moment sand notes run drippy smooth notes are grit i dont know where that was going at all. testing reality pushing fingers through a skull to speed things up facing who i am disguising my disbelief its hard to get up when i choose to carry the weight of my vision wherever i go
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May 5 03:24 UTC 2000 |
fading sparkles colder shadows whispering darkness flickering flame hiding in blankets curled up in a ball patiently rocking waiting for spring
| response 7 of 15: |
May 5 03:26 UTC 2000 |
i hear everything words dont matter frozen with thoughts of passion music runs through me maybe in the morning ill light sparklers and throw away smoking matches
| response 8 of 15: |
May 7 03:24 UTC 2000 |
such a long time never free exploring bounderies not touched inside my mind is fragmenting you stir me back to lost treasures and teddy bears and again shining through for a moment longing to stay breathing you before i slip away
| response 9 of 15: |
May 7 03:26 UTC 2000 |
too many reasons why intensity must be broken the balance of knowing and feeling is lost
| response 10 of 15: |
May 7 03:36 UTC 2000 |
i feel the rain on my back drops drip from my hair the leaves arent as crisp a dark smell int he air whirl swirl wind spins me around trying to keep my feet ont he ground swept away like a lost leaf seeing the world below me thunder clouds sigh i fall through resisting gravity trying to fly then your hand tucks a damp strand of hair behind my ear
| response 11 of 15: |
May 7 03:38 UTC 2000 |
i looked in the mirror today and my reflection was a stranger with a pretty face whos eyes reflect the moon
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May 11 04:38 UTC 2000 |
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| response 13 of 15: |
May 15 02:36 UTC 2000 |
i just write here, or enter some of my stuff when i have the urge. i dont mind if people like it or hate it. i dont think about whether or not its good. and its not espically private either.
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May 17 21:56 UTC 2000 |
nice to have an attitude of 'I'll just throw some stuff out here and work with it'.. I've never considered that; I usually do one draft of a short poem and don't feel like going on and on. but I like that.. it's something that hasn't been really done here before.
| response 15 of 15: |
May 17 22:54 UTC 2000 |
cool, thanks. my latest poem is about buttered toast, but its not done in my head yet.