wow.... i can't believe i actually found the pw and un to this livejournal....

let's start from scratch world... I'M BACK!

 long time since i've updated....

work, school, family, words and lover...

perfection within beautiful imperfection, consitency within simple inconsistency

life is fine.... fine as wine.... 

08/20/07

In the morning he awoke,

Full of joy, the sun creeping

Like a lover from beneath the sea

He had dreamt his death

For the first time last night,

And so he also felt his first sense

Of all encompassing freedom,

The wobbling flight of his inhibitions

On this morning his mint tea

Cooled to perfect temperature

As he enjoyed fresh buds in the ( Read more... )

David Lehman - When A Woman Loves A Man

When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurialAnd when she says, "I'll never speak to you again ( Read more... )

If you have forgotten water lilies floating ( Read more... )

07/29/07

Knowledge is a tumor

That pains me

And grows malignantly

Within my breasts

I search through

Wild canyons

And in the depths of

Jungles I meander

Aimlessly

My eyes peeled back

In hopes of spotting my

Adonis with the Achilles heart

That aches for me when I am gone

And melts for me when I am near

The Athena with the breasts and legs

Of a Venus

Who ( Read more... )

07/12/07

Multiply your grievances

By your lack of faith in love

And divide the product by

The amount of time

Wasted in doubt and the quotient,

You will see,

Is nothing more than

My sad eyes, mad eyes

Nothing less

Then my strained lips and

Sullen cheeks

After that is said,

Let me tell you ‘bout the swamplands

The thick air

The effervescent silence

Broken ( Read more... )

07/15/07

At the park

The birds mimic

Hoards of summer’s children

Chirps rise and fall

As rhythmically

As the bright green jump rope

And

The little girls

With ribbons in their hair

Instead of love

And shoes on their feet

Instead of rich brown earth

Become indistinguishable from the birds

Their chirps are high pitched

And resonate

This tree is my keeper

From the ( Read more... )

07/11/07

Fill me with soft subtleties

Let us overrun the town!

My legs,

-Incapable of

Immobility, -

Race me along

I have no companion

And no destination

But I stop,

-For the sake of fiction, -

And tell myself another tale

With priests

I have bartered my

Salvation

For wine

And ripped off my

Habit of metaphors

To please anyone with my curls

Oh holy sinner!

Oh ( Read more... )

i have been working on this story for the past handful of months and i have finally finished it and i am in dire need of comments!!! please please read my story and tell me what you think

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The Eyes on His Hands

Tonight, the moon is full, casting the shadow of the boy across the grass. He sits here some nights ( Read more... )