I love how you always chewed gum when we had sex. It was like doing it with a '50s carhop.

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from Dear Old Love; Anonymous Notes to Former Crushes, Sweethearts, Husbands, Wives and Ones That Got Away

My mother told me. "Don't buy the first coat you try on."

So, I broke up with you.

But, in retrospect, I think she was talking about coats.

Sorry.

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from page 2 of
Dear Old Love;
Anonymous Notes to Former Crushes, Sweethearts, Husbands, Wives and Ones That Got Away

i carry your heart with me ( Read more... )

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was whispered the jasmine

so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane
sweet, whatever was said to the inhabitants

of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes
them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate

( Read more... )

If only you would touch my heart,
if only you were to put your mouth to my heart,
your delicate mouth, your teeth,
if you were to put your tongue like a red arrow
there where my dusty heart is beating,
if you were to blow on my heart near the sea, weeping
it would make a dark noise, like the drowsy sound of
     train wheels,
like the indecision of ( Read more... )

Let's journey through ilkebrain: fingerpaintin posts a favorite Saul Williams poem. I ask if she has ever heard him perform, or seen him perform. Which makes me think of freestyle rap battles. Which makes me think of Dose One. *dreamy sigh* Which makes me look up Dose on youtube. Where I find one my favorite battles that he did against Peace (also ( Read more... )

Our deepest fear...
is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light,
not our darkness
that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be
brilliant,
gorgeous,
talented,
fabulous?

Actually,
who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is ( Read more... )

...because I need to write more Claiming Hermione tonight. (am thinking of naming the chapter "The Chapter The Would Not Be Written")

ENTRY September 17

See, I alter nothing. This is you and I in
dark grey lead, on plain white paper.
No flattering magenta colors. No accompaniment
                            in minor key - or brilliant ( Read more... )

has been fun! I want more people MORE!

Three things I want to share:

1. On the continued topic of poetry, I have these three long ribbons in my office. When I hear or read something that really gets me, I write it down and pin it up. Some Kiss We Want is the top middle there. I couldn't decide which to pick to put up. :) My desk on the other side of ( Read more... )

Some Kiss We Want
by Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives, the touch

of spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.

Breathe into me. Close
the ( Read more... )