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a poem I wrote recently about the past:

Winter Heart

Yours was the body of this valley
Which I had fallen into
Smelling like freshly trodden loamy earth
And as the frost spread upon the scenery
You became the first winter of my heart
But my love was frost bitten
Benumbed nerves of purplish peeling skin
Like bruises left by rough lovers
Who knew what darkness was harbored in my soul
And while I lit your skin afire
You were not willing to jump upon this funeral pyre
I was but a distraction among many
A resting place until your next adventure
Left to be discarded along the highway
of your childlike ways
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
a poem I wrote recently about the past:

Winter Heart

Yours was the body of this valley
Which I had fallen into
Smelling like freshly trodden loamy earth
And as the frost spread upon the scenery
You became the first winter of my heart
But my love was frost bitten
Benumbed nerves of purplish peeling skin
Like bruises left by rough lovers
Who knew what darkness was harbored in my soul
And while I lit your skin afire
You were not willing to jump upon this funeral pyre
I was but a distraction among many
A resting place until your next adventure
Left to be discarded along the highway
of your childlike ways
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I wrote this the otherday when I was sad:

Holding Pattern

cotton woods flurry with rage
like these tears that can not fall
and the hot air is choking me.

as the lazy rain drizzles from the sky
I remember these feet are on solid ground
yet I have washed up upon this shore
with my gnarled dry white bones

this is all I have brought with me
a burden of desolation
and potential not realized
in is this garden we shall lay ourselves down
among the vile things
which we shall forever walk among.

...........................................

in other news, at the wedding I was told I looked like Lisa Loeb, that made my day.
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I wrote this the otherday when I was sad:

Holding Pattern

cotton woods flurry with rage
like these tears that can not fall
and the hot air is choking me.

as the lazy rain drizzles from the sky
I remember these feet are on solid ground
yet I have washed up upon this shore
with my gnarled dry white bones

this is all I have brought with me
a burden of desolation
and potential not realized
in is this garden we shall lay ourselves down
among the vile things
which we shall forever walk among.

...........................................

in other news, at the wedding I was told I looked like Lisa Loeb, that made my day.
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I keep fucking up, over and over and over again, it is amazing how many times I can fuck up. Things stay good for a few hours at most, well, maybe its not that bad, but that is how it feels. The worng words, I I say somthing and forget then act otherwise. It's a mess, am I the mess? I guess I am, so it seems to be. I am the glass of milk that perpetually spills, but I mop myself up, pour another one, and spill again.

I never finished this, but I started to write it the other day(sunday I belive), I think it symoblizes my fuck-up-ability more well, how I feel afterwards, I don't know if I will finish it or not.

words leaving lips
cool like snow flakes
floating across windswept snow
it moves and moves
deep inside this cavern
with the wramth of bodies
wraped around eachother
becoming one
flowing into a nothingness
which is timeworn
like sex and blood

for your reading pleasure, i'm going to post a bunch of plath after this, she breaths life back into me when I feel dead.
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I keep fucking up, over and over and over again, it is amazing how many times I can fuck up. Things stay good for a few hours at most, well, maybe its not that bad, but that is how it feels. The worng words, I I say somthing and forget then act otherwise. It's a mess, am I the mess? I guess I am, so it seems to be. I am the glass of milk that perpetually spills, but I mop myself up, pour another one, and spill again.

I never finished this, but I started to write it the other day(sunday I belive), I think it symoblizes my fuck-up-ability more well, how I feel afterwards, I don't know if I will finish it or not.

words leaving lips
cool like snow flakes
floating across windswept snow
it moves and moves
deep inside this cavern
with the wramth of bodies
wraped around eachother
becoming one
flowing into a nothingness
which is timeworn
like sex and blood

for your reading pleasure, i'm going to post a bunch of plath after this, she breaths life back into me when I feel dead.
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
As I lay here
I am caught in this violence
made listless and beautiful
by translucent beating wings

and I could stay here
all day long;
this body has become too soft
taken over by these thoughts
as it lays here in rapture

your specter has become
too radiant to look at
etched in my mind in
silvery lining
as it flutters by
making my heart ache
for your touch

I am caught in this web
and forever I will be suspended
wrapped in these soft things
allowing myself to be devoured
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
As I lay here
I am caught in this violence
made listless and beautiful
by translucent beating wings

and I could stay here
all day long;
this body has become too soft
taken over by these thoughts
as it lays here in rapture

your specter has become
too radiant to look at
etched in my mind in
silvery lining
as it flutters by
making my heart ache
for your touch

I am caught in this web
and forever I will be suspended
wrapped in these soft things
allowing myself to be devoured
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I was playing this make a band thing, and I had to come up with a song, here is what I got, its kinda lame, but funny I guess.

Bras Suck

I love my boobs
but I hate bras
bras itch, bars restict
bars are a bitch

burn your bras!
yeah yeah yeah!
burn your bras
March for a world with out bras!

I wore a bra with padding today
it began to pinch and pucker
my boobs were to small
so i took it off, and lit it up!

burn your bras!
yeah yeah yeah!
burn your bras
March for a world with out bras!
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
I was playing this make a band thing, and I had to come up with a song, here is what I got, its kinda lame, but funny I guess.

Bras Suck

I love my boobs
but I hate bras
bras itch, bars restict
bars are a bitch

burn your bras!
yeah yeah yeah!
burn your bras
March for a world with out bras!

I wore a bra with padding today
it began to pinch and pucker
my boobs were to small
so i took it off, and lit it up!

burn your bras!
yeah yeah yeah!
burn your bras
March for a world with out bras!

Fuck yeah!

Dec. 22nd, 2002 12:46 am
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
Fuck yeah I'm a feminist!
I'm a bitch, a cunt, the five cent whore your mother warned you about
cuz Fuck yeah I'm a feminist
I only shave when I want to, and I bleed wherever I want to
I let my hair flow about me when I wear it long
and I let my hair spring up in spikes when I wear it short
cuz Fuck yeah! I'm a feminist!
don't call me your baby, your honey, your boo
because these finger nails may be short, but they know how to jab
and like any woman I know how to gab
cuz I can talk, like a woman
I can walk like a woman
and I can fuck like a woman
cuz fuck yeah, I'm a feminist

Fuck yeah!

Dec. 22nd, 2002 12:46 am
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
Fuck yeah I'm a feminist!
I'm a bitch, a cunt, the five cent whore your mother warned you about
cuz Fuck yeah I'm a feminist
I only shave when I want to, and I bleed wherever I want to
I let my hair flow about me when I wear it long
and I let my hair spring up in spikes when I wear it short
cuz Fuck yeah! I'm a feminist!
don't call me your baby, your honey, your boo
because these finger nails may be short, but they know how to jab
and like any woman I know how to gab
cuz I can talk, like a woman
I can walk like a woman
and I can fuck like a woman
cuz fuck yeah, I'm a feminist
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
recently I bought both the self title Bikini Kill and Le Tigre album, I love them both! I allso got the Patti Smith compilation Land, which i've only listen to a bit but so far love.

started school on monday, I am taking both creative writing and english 1b at the same time with the same proff, proff Doren Robbins, I bougt his book of poetry and hope to get around to reading it. I still have to finish Cunt which is now one of my all time fav books. I allso bought Zoe Trope's Please Don't Kill the Freshman because I have been eying it for a while. The photo on the cover caught my eye. it looks intersting so far.

I still really want to get into philosophy and have a few things that I need to read eventually.

here is a poem I wrote recently:

you make me nervous like a fly on the wall
witnessing its own mortality
you make my heart race, my body ache
my mind whirl like far of galaxies being born

speak to me with your philosophical tongues
touch me with your electrical sciences
let us be naked like Dali in his mothers womb
while making love in an existential moment

you are my Botticelli's's venus
permit me to paint you in black and white
on a silver canvas
surrounded by the soft light of dusk

I want to ravage your mind with my body
feed my soul with your words
open doors i never new I had
allowing me to crash into your world
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
recently I bought both the self title Bikini Kill and Le Tigre album, I love them both! I allso got the Patti Smith compilation Land, which i've only listen to a bit but so far love.

started school on monday, I am taking both creative writing and english 1b at the same time with the same proff, proff Doren Robbins, I bougt his book of poetry and hope to get around to reading it. I still have to finish Cunt which is now one of my all time fav books. I allso bought Zoe Trope's Please Don't Kill the Freshman because I have been eying it for a while. The photo on the cover caught my eye. it looks intersting so far.

I still really want to get into philosophy and have a few things that I need to read eventually.

here is a poem I wrote recently:

you make me nervous like a fly on the wall
witnessing its own mortality
you make my heart race, my body ache
my mind whirl like far of galaxies being born

speak to me with your philosophical tongues
touch me with your electrical sciences
let us be naked like Dali in his mothers womb
while making love in an existential moment

you are my Botticelli's's venus
permit me to paint you in black and white
on a silver canvas
surrounded by the soft light of dusk

I want to ravage your mind with my body
feed my soul with your words
open doors i never new I had
allowing me to crash into your world
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
you are my red headed girl
the one I want to run to
and cover myself in
when i feel confused
lost
alone

I will whisper my secrets to you
hold you in my arms
feel your warmth next to mine
smelling your beautifull skin
soft
silent
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
you are my red headed girl
the one I want to run to
and cover myself in
when i feel confused
lost
alone

I will whisper my secrets to you
hold you in my arms
feel your warmth next to mine
smelling your beautifull skin
soft
silent
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
her body could be my palyground
her warmth the blanket that covers me when i sleep
her soft curves the hills of my desire
my fingers could dance on her flesh
my lips slowly caressing every inch
my hands could show her heaven
we could be star crossed lovers
our hair tangled in passion
our bodies vessles of lust
postmodern_hysteric: revelations of the dark mother (Default)
her body could be my palyground
her warmth the blanket that covers me when i sleep
her soft curves the hills of my desire
my fingers could dance on her flesh
my lips slowly caressing every inch
my hands could show her heaven
we could be star crossed lovers
our hair tangled in passion
our bodies vessles of lust

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