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So all know, I have signed up for the Adolescent Literature class and am very excited.
Now for another vote!
Which one would be better as a contest (of sorts) entry?
Keep in mind they'd be edited and reshaped before submission.
mia
5.6.2006
she stuck her finger
down her throat
and smiled pretty for the camera
chubby girl with a crooked smile
no one knew what was
going down (or coming up)
or how she'd gotten used to crouching
and spilling herself with a splash
where all the world could see
what was sick and raw and bad
inside her
then she flushed it down the drain
feeling empty
feeling clean
wishing the world she knew
wasn't as bitter as
the bile on her fingers
beneath the skin
7.10.2006
i peel back the skin
of my discontentment
exposing the ripples
of muscle beneath
and the soft bleeding
white of bone
and tendons that creak
like old leather
it is carefully constructed
a strong foundation
for displeasure to sit on
so i tear it apart
making it new
and uncertain
with legs in odd places
and the mind missing altogether
and i sit back and watch
as my discontent
struggles and writhes
searching for lungs
to breathe with
and finding none
it dies
Never Touch the Waters
4.8.2005
I look within the classrooms -
and it’s you I find
on every face,
of every figure;
your hair hanging about your eyes,
pencil dangling between your lips.
Thinking thinking,
you are always thinking.
Times like these I want to take you,
pull you up and restrain you,
from your constant devouring of words.
I hate to see such talent and beauty
choking on such constant flows of nonsense.
I want to press my lips to your ear,
and whisper for you to leave with me,
and pry your books from you hands -
I have such better uses
for such slender fingers
than just turning pages.
I want to run my hands across denim,
and run my feet over grasses and earth,
and toss you to the water -
because I know you can swim.
You are strong and I can see it,
it’s just a matter of you knowing it.
With an affection such as ours,
we can never notice the
dripping of grains
into a glass of sand -
and glide over oceans together lovely
and never touch the waters.
Now for another vote!
Which one would be better as a contest (of sorts) entry?
Keep in mind they'd be edited and reshaped before submission.
mia
5.6.2006
she stuck her finger
down her throat
and smiled pretty for the camera
chubby girl with a crooked smile
no one knew what was
going down (or coming up)
or how she'd gotten used to crouching
and spilling herself with a splash
where all the world could see
what was sick and raw and bad
inside her
then she flushed it down the drain
feeling empty
feeling clean
wishing the world she knew
wasn't as bitter as
the bile on her fingers
beneath the skin
7.10.2006
i peel back the skin
of my discontentment
exposing the ripples
of muscle beneath
and the soft bleeding
white of bone
and tendons that creak
like old leather
it is carefully constructed
a strong foundation
for displeasure to sit on
so i tear it apart
making it new
and uncertain
with legs in odd places
and the mind missing altogether
and i sit back and watch
as my discontent
struggles and writhes
searching for lungs
to breathe with
and finding none
it dies
Never Touch the Waters
4.8.2005
I look within the classrooms -
and it’s you I find
on every face,
of every figure;
your hair hanging about your eyes,
pencil dangling between your lips.
Thinking thinking,
you are always thinking.
Times like these I want to take you,
pull you up and restrain you,
from your constant devouring of words.
I hate to see such talent and beauty
choking on such constant flows of nonsense.
I want to press my lips to your ear,
and whisper for you to leave with me,
and pry your books from you hands -
I have such better uses
for such slender fingers
than just turning pages.
I want to run my hands across denim,
and run my feet over grasses and earth,
and toss you to the water -
because I know you can swim.
You are strong and I can see it,
it’s just a matter of you knowing it.
With an affection such as ours,
we can never notice the
dripping of grains
into a glass of sand -
and glide over oceans together lovely
and never touch the waters.