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librarylibrary labyrinth, I watched the shelves dissolve into a maze;
their walls a barrier that
between books, and books, and paper;and words, they match her pupils;and letters, they warn me not to stare -
I stare, she does not stare back and so it's
back to pages and
papers of olden days,
their flavours wave beneath my tired
nose my wakeful
nose my wary
open mouth my
beating heart my
heart it courses through my skin I feel
shelves - they creak like cages; between bars between books I see her feathery waves they
crash on barren
I Will MarryI'll marry an intellect
and we will have endless conversions into the night,
exchanging profound words and infinite meaning,
and we will wind
the roots of life
and the universe will be ours.
I'll marry a musician
and we will serenade each other with
wild harmonies and
gentle melodies and our instruments
will weave themselves with our bodies
and the future will become a
symphony of swapping songs and singing ourselves
I'll marry a girl
and we will be more delicate than withering leaves
and we will be extensions
of each other; one continuous
river of soft, whispering water
that mirrors the pale sunset
funeralI did not speak at your funeral.
Though you knew me as a writer
I did not write a speech.
On the way to the funeral I stood on my
front porch and heard the
copper leaves rustle and
decided that was enough. The
wind spoke all that was needed from
The others wore black and
even though the words were
I said nothing.
I did not
cry. I heard jokes and happy memories
but I thought they were dark.
I could pour my memories into the
empty air and whisper how
something that created me was
I could murmur
meant anything anymore
Back to NatureTogether we are frolicking in fields of infloresecence
Where we pick and feed each other wild berries
I am tasting the sweet water from a freshly cut vine
As you hold the bough over my head, the nectar drips down my throat
After we swim with pink dolphins, we hold each other close
As we lock our lips in a passionate kiss, submerged under water
Body to body, face to face, we lift out our heads,
and let out a giggle as a fish swims by, tickling our legs
Our summer trip does not last forever
But the memory certainly does...
It is now winter and we are still madly in love
We look in each others' eyes and then go outside
We walk hand
Not The One"Not The One"
I was so hoping it
Was meant to be
When my eyes met you
You struck a chord in me...
You were golden tan,
With a nice body...
But I knew it was
Not meant to be
When I took you out
For a night on the town,
Took you for a ride
And spun you around...
The seat was too low
And the gas tank leaked
And I brought you back
To the lot downtown.
Written 15 January 2002
My Favorite Spot.My name is Emily Ross. To the world, I am a struggling college student, who's shy and overall a reserved young lady. If only the world knew. If only they knew the real Emily. Do you ever feel like you know yourself too much? Or you know too much about yourself? You are the only person in the world that you genuinely know and understand. Most people usually only let out the 'good' side or the side more appealing to others. You don't get to see who they really are behind closed doors, or understand why they are the way they are. Nobody really knows each other at all. The only people we truly know, is ourselves. That is why if I had a choice, I