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Archive for November, 2008

2005

I spread my legs for him
invited him in
instead he set himself between
and wrote there in permanent ink
JESSE’S
pressed my knees together again
lovingly kissed my forehead
with a gentle smile
and left.
I cried myself to sleep
and I cried myself awake
I cried and apologized
I cried with anger and regret
I cried for years
until I forgave myself
no one ever told me . [...]

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“The Bubble Gum Bird” by Sara Larson
For more incredible paintings, photos and illustrations, click the painting and check out Sara’s web page!

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Inspirational

i don’t look in her eyes
afraid of what she might find in mine
filters are mentioned
and I’ve had a few drinks
[...]

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Untitled

An old poem I wrote last summer when Carl and I were visiting my family in Tennessee.  With well-wishes for Cale wherever he is and whatever he’s doing.

I’m so sorry
about everything
about not loving you
the way I always wanted to
since I was fourteen
and Tracy said we’d get married someday.
I felt a breeze as you passed
never saw [...]

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Grief-written 2002

I just found this in one of my boxes (I’m still unpacking some things) and I know that if I’d had a blog when my aunt passed away I would have posted it there. Its strange that I just found it tonight because a couple weeks ago when Carl and I were in Boise [...]

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Orion

Orion watches
one girl walking quietly
through empty darkness
heart jumping wild in time with
tambourine nightmares
an ugly memory stalks
through the night just behind her
She doesn’t look back
Can’t bear to know if it’s there
trusting Orion
his arrow always pointed
ready to defend
twinkling promise of safety
just as real as any other.

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Lines

~Their memories finally washed away like sidewalk chalk in the tears it took six years to relearn how to cry.
~Stop craning your electronic necks, there’s nothing to see here.
~He believes in love more than I do, but I believe in him enough to make up for it.
~When not ourselves, then something separate we can only [...]

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