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[Nov. 11th, 2009|09:53 pm] |
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I always go after the ones I feel like I have to impress- it's getting annoying now.
I met someone, kind of.
I wait around the science building in between classes, just in case I could hold the door open for her.
We'll wait and see how this all plans out.
However, I don't see a good outcome.
Foolish. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|09:57 pm] |
Dear Girl,
We were heros once upon a time. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|09:42 pm] |
She roared like a lion.
We once roared like young lions.
Life is funny- in a "that sucks" kind of way. I heard people can't be happy, because we're so use to everyone having better- there's always better and we can't wrap our heads around the idea that being fine is okay.
I wonder about you and your car accident late at night. I wake up from flinching so hard in my sleep and I squeeze pillows and blankets to make it seem better. I want to fall asleep at the wheel like you did, just to finally sleep like you did. A commotion, no screaming brakes. Out your window, the horizon does flips. Was the worst part hitting the ground- Not the feeling, but the sound? I remember people standing around with mouths open wide and I heard some idiot ask if someones inside. Like the jaws of life they tried and tried. Did you already know it was over, because you've never seen so many lights? Anyways, it's been so long ago...
I've heard so many voices. They only speak in words and I only have understandings.
She likes to hold up lights to my face to see a different shade on me- She starts to sing whenever she hears a song. I know a song, but no one sings a long.
(I miss your hollering)
It's the same ol' story.The struggle of fear and love. I wish I could make the world stand still- To make it feel like raspberries in June. When a garden is just getting going. To feel like the coolest kid on the first day of school. Let's just shut up for a second to make things clear and new. I remember chasing you through Iris fields, picking the purple ones because they smelled the best and we would lay in those fields for hours until street lights buzzed on. Your hair reminded me of fresh honey.
I hope you awoke to fireworks, because I can't stand the thought that you're gone.
Why am I still sleeping? I'm a plastic girl on a plastic bed- I like to think that you're sleeping too. I like to think that you're dressed up when I'm standing still. It's so unexpectedly predictable that anymore that comes along gets pushed away. I must have a rhythm here, because all I have is a heartbeat. I'm taking advantage of sixty beats a minute inside these ribs and with you it was another sixty. Forgive me, I'm just an animal. It's the work of the ugly to highlight the beautiful, so maybe I was right for you.
This change can't be predicted just like the wind. I ran off to suck on pollen and breathe with the raccoons for the night- believing I could feel anything, but how I felt for you and you and you. I can make rivers float driftwood and you're solid as a cloud. I've got two feathered things under my skin, but I'm too afraid to let them out. I'm like a volcano and your body was just a moment in my time.
You kissed so deep, I could feel you in my toes.
Am I just some scribbled old note- Will you think of me when you watch your favorite movies. When you send out your family christmas cards and put up your tree.
As long as you're happy.
(As long as you are happy.)
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|03:55 pm] |
I should of known. Go ahead and chase after the one's that have time for you right now- at least I'm making something out of myself. I believed in you and I never meant to let you down, but I think you always meant to put me down. I tried to hold you and unfold you, but you left me with an ache in my heart.
(And all you did was make me sad anyways...) |
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[Oct. 26th, 2009|05:07 pm] |
I want to write
I want to write
but I don't know what to say.
I want to live
I want to live
but I don't know where to start.
I want to dance
I want to dance
but I don't know which song.
I want to love
I want to love
but I don't know who you are. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2009|11:55 pm] |
For You (Whoever you are...),
I want the sound of my life to comfort someone else. Will you grow up to be you? Could I turn into your void- lost without the sound of our voices or just the sound of something in the air? Tell me your half diluted stories and I'll decide for myself when to tell the world of your heart and how beautiful things can be. I have hope that you'll keep your love for the world even if you'll be too down for it. I'll hold my heart knowing you were someone else's girl- vacuum this mess for you to give us sound of mind. I have to talk to you just to fill my air. You have to care for me just to keep it together, such as a flower or seed. If we fall, we'll get up. If it's cold, we'll stay warm. Let's just sleep and I'll speak so sweet. If you're stuck in a dream, I'll wake you up. If you drown, I'll pull you to shore. Save you from all the alligators- one hand to fight, one hand to float.
We'll leave in the middle of the night, sleepy eyed- just to feel the cold bus stop air and we'll whisper what love feels like. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Drive you all the way back home or rush you through hospital doors. Our nights easily blend into mornings. A definition of us would be the first sight of you with me. I want to stay here between us and forget where I'm bond. Are you just here to read my future? Am I just forced to breathe out the past- There's too many conversations to uncover... We always talk like we're alone and it's true, I don't listen to anything else, but you. Slow thumping of your foot tapping against your seat- your legs rubbing together when you sleep- the sighing when you feel better and I always hope you do (and you do.)
Our phone calls will never be answered plainly and you'll whisper when someone else is around. I'll memorize the look of your shoes in case I lose you in a crowd. Smell your hair in case I go blind. I'll explain I never expected you, but since we met trees started growing, fishes started swimming, and birds started singing again. You can call me on the phone to announce you're feeling confused and dazed- I'll have you write down your planned life and make it a promise of mine.
Rest our eyes and wake up just to be in love again.
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|03:14 pm] |
 Someday I'll build this for us... Whoever you are. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
"Will you promise me something?"
"Yes."
"Promises are important, ya' know?"
"No."
"Well, they are."
"Okay."
"I dont think we'll ever see each other again."
"That's the promise?"
"Yes."
"Not if I don't see you again first." |
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[Sep. 25th, 2009|07:01 pm] |
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I just want to fall asleep with you...
How do I tell her? |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|03:08 am] |
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I leave to go crabbing on the boat in four hours and I can't sleep- I haven't been able to sleep for two days now. There's nothing wrong, no odd change in diet, no lack of something, and I still work out every night- I can only conclude two things: - I naturally can't sleep, or...
- I think way too much, my mind won't shut off.
However, I wanted to share this scone recipe I came up with: Cinnamon Chip Scones
 Ingredients: 2 cups flour
2 tsp sugar
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp Cinnamon
1/4 cup shortening
2 Tbsp Chocolate Chips
3/4 cup milk and 2 tsp cream of tartar (more liquid if needed) Instructions: Heat the oven to 425°F (220°C) and grease and flour a baking sheet. Sift the flour into a bowl with the sugar, Cinnamon, baking soda and salt. With your fingers or two knives, work in the shortening until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in the Chocolate Chips and make a well in the center of the mixture. Stir the cream of tartar into the buttermilk or milk and add to the well. Stir lightly, just until the dough clings together. It should be soft and sticky, so add more liquid if necessary. On a floured board knead the dough lightly for 1 minute. Pat it to 1 in cm thickness. You can be creative with the shape of your scones. If you want more traditional, go with a circular baking pan for triangular scones. I used a regular square *cooking sheets are too thin* pan and sliced the baked scones into bars. Melt a bit of butter to paint across the top of your dough (for golden brown scones) and sprinkle sugar lightly over the top. Transfer to the preheated oven for about 15 minutes, until lightly browned and a skewer inserted in the center comes out clean. =] My family loved them! |
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[Sep. 17th, 2009|12:19 am] |
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50th Date My mom hands me her 50th birthday party invitation, "Number 3 of 80!". She's excited, she's been excited. A huge final birthday party, basically saying after this one- no one really cares... All I can think is, "Damnit, I need a date." I know of one, perfectly. I can't ask for myself though. Even if you might be suited for me, we'd fit into each other through the night. I won't ask you. It's been so long, I don't know what to say.
I've traveled here, but with jokes aside- I want to come back home. You know at night, when you say you have to go- I'm hoping you'll wait till I say 'no'. Will you ever marry? Will you ever have those kids? I know I'm bad to jump on you like this, somethings don't change. If I wrote you letters, I'd always run out of space. If you go away on this Summer day, you might as well take the sun away. The birds that flew when hearts get high, when the day was young and the moon stood still. If you stay, I could make you a day. If you go away and I know you will- you must tell the world to stop turning, till the next 'hello'.
You're like me- we're both floating. What's the problem? Bad things... Sad things... They have to happen. You're like snow melting in my mouth, until my head hurts. If something makes you happy, won't it make you cry? You confuse me all the time... If we're not dying right now, shouldn't we do all the right things? You'd be the sweetest thing to touch my skin and did you know that longing only makes me shiver? Maybe you've been living lonely. Your friends tell jokes that aren't that funny. You've failed everything that comes to mind. Hold on heart, don't beat so loud. Hold on eyes, don't blind me now. Hold on lips, don't break a sound. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2009|02:45 am] |
I go through these odd phases, where I really want a girlfriend and where I really don't want anything. Lately, I'm stuck in the middle. I think I just want to make someone really happy (insanely happy). Someone to hear from all the time, to buy things for, write messages on my arms to remind me of them, talk someone to sleep, memorize the feel of an arm around a waist...
I hate how sometimes girls smile at me and my throat feels frozen. I want to ask you on a date, but can't.
I'm ready to find you- where ever you are.
 ^ We could have this too. P.S. And I hope you get here in time for Christmas, I'd ask for my birthday, but that would just be pushing it. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|07:01 pm] |
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The Here, The Now
Emily: Soo...
Me: Sooooooo...
Emily: Yeahh, you're being short. I'm gonna' go.
Me: I'm sorry! I just don't know what to talk about!
Emily: I'll let you go then.
Me: You're being kinda mean.
Emily: What the fuck! Me: Yeah dude...
Emily: How? Me: You're getting all pissed, because I have nothing to say.
Emily: Well, yeah? You have nothing to say to me...What's the point?
Me: Alright, bye.
Emily: Ugh, whatever Quartney.
*3 minutes...*
Me: Wanna makeout?
Emily: Yes. Fuck, yes.
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[Sep. 12th, 2009|04:26 pm] |
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Birthday Cake I got chewed up and used, now I don't really know what to feel. Ugly, mostly.
I'm wondering if the people I come in contact with have a reason- if they're all building up for me to meet someone good. I have a feeling I'm over this whole relationship thing- maybe I should just let myself hop around from girl to girl just like every other lesbian. Too bad I'm too awkward to do that. Besides that, Friday nights party made me realized why I liked Portland in the first place: The girls, the people, the styles. All of what I don't have and that's why I didn't fit. Now, I'm just scared out of my mind to be stuck in Albany all my life like the rest of my family. After college, I hope I move back to Portland. I'm just stuck in a shell...
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[Sep. 10th, 2009|08:46 pm] |
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Minor Prophets
Hey there coffee girl, so beautiful and disaffected- It was prefect till I came along and wrecked it.
We played my favorite mix, Cat Power with your classic Beck.
Was it perfect before she came along and wrecked it?
I think I've been as touchless as a drunk. I've figured it out- love is a curse to people, so they pick the ones they can't desert- not necessarily for love in most situations, just comfort. The one's that try are the ones that deserve it. I felt frozen when I saw her. I drained the ocean in search of words. Maybe we're like God's representatives- here to hurt and learn how not to hurt. For some, we're taught to love first. When she can't sleep, she plays with tiny pieces of my hair, but I can't understand why I still pretend to be asleep. There's a struggle and I still feel the same. If we apologize, there's applause, but that would just hurt our ears. Everyone is talking, so you must have something to say to me?
Under my pillow, I bury my head and try to shut these girls out. However, there's a whole world of other sounds of perfect hums and howls- I can almost remember her laugh again. Under this pillow, there's little room to breathe and I can see the start of a pale morning. Are you going through something? Because I am too. Around you, I was driven. Eyes always moving, new work to lounge in- I'm serious, I'd sell a giraffe and give you half. Don't laugh, I'd do these things to occupy my time. No smiling! That's important with you, around me. Your face strong like a mask. I can hear you saying you can't stay here- Don't you want to see how we'll end (again)?
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