(For the One)
So Just Kiss Me
Jewel
So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done---
no clocks need winding
There is no bell with out a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself
in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist
as I am
a blonde flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor
for mending.
(For the other)
I'm Writing To Tell You
Jewel
I'm writing
this letter to tell you
I don't love you anymore.
I don't miss you.
I never have.
The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than ardious,
your niceties cliched,
your praise thoughtless,
and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you loved me with
all the originality
of romance novels;
the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.
But do not be sad,
nothing is lost.
Neither of us even loved
the other truly---
you only thought you did
and I only wanted to.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Elder Coats....
Not so great....
So...Wednesday...not a great day....
On Wednesday (which also happens to be the most busy and crazy day of school for me) I got a migraine while sitting in class. I toughed it out for a couple hours, thanks to Ashley's Motrin...but by the time class was over, i was sick...WAY sick.
So, I knew i needed to go home, right? I told everyone i was leaving, went down the two flights of stairs, and made my way to the bathroom. Just my luck: because it was around noon, the bathroom was packed.
I spent the next 15 minutes with everyone in that bathroom listening to me puke through the stall, and then hiding out there until they had all left. I already wanted to die from that headache, but the embarrassment of heaving my guts out basically in front of tons of people is what really did me in. {{im so sorry to those of you who may have had to hear me...}}
And to top it off, to try to make my head ache go away during class, i ate my lunch: tuna fish sandwhich and doritos. Delicious going down, not so great coming back up.
Morale of the story: i'm glad it's Saturday.
On Wednesday (which also happens to be the most busy and crazy day of school for me) I got a migraine while sitting in class. I toughed it out for a couple hours, thanks to Ashley's Motrin...but by the time class was over, i was sick...WAY sick.
So, I knew i needed to go home, right? I told everyone i was leaving, went down the two flights of stairs, and made my way to the bathroom. Just my luck: because it was around noon, the bathroom was packed.
I spent the next 15 minutes with everyone in that bathroom listening to me puke through the stall, and then hiding out there until they had all left. I already wanted to die from that headache, but the embarrassment of heaving my guts out basically in front of tons of people is what really did me in. {{im so sorry to those of you who may have had to hear me...}}
And to top it off, to try to make my head ache go away during class, i ate my lunch: tuna fish sandwhich and doritos. Delicious going down, not so great coming back up.
Morale of the story: i'm glad it's Saturday.
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