Family emergency, haven't been writing
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Our world
Our world 24/3/07 I can immerse myself In you I can close my eyes And envision us I can feel my fingers Running through your chest hair I can see your body Mere millimetres away from mine My lips desiring to kiss My hands on your love handles My lips, my cheek, on your stomach I am aware my heart is... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Fragmented
Fragmented 21/3/07 On the timeline In my mind There are pieces strewn A frightened piece Is terrified of ladders. Another piece is ashamed when it thinks of infidelity. A big fat piece believes She is fat And fears she always will be. A tired piece is Depressed Thinking about the state of the world... Sign in to see full entry.
Life
Life 21/3/07 Pockets of my life Stood still. Like snapshots Emotions captured Caught in a freeze frame It’s as if those moments Are still happening. I feel the sting of embarrassment The humiliation of the wrong thing done. Why did I say what I just said? I shouldn’t have touched. Why did I not stop... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Asleep
Asleep 20/3/07 Asleep, carried up the stairs As if weightless Towards a waiting bed Even at six years old, I feared I was too fat To be carried My eyes fluttered open Conscious of my dad Carrying me The light from the hallway shining down The darkened downstairs Before falling asleep again. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I have been away for the weekend, but am back now.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Women
Women 14/3/07 All of you feel synthetic to me cardboard and answering machine voices chirping the same bird words. A wax museum of caricatures. Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
NZ winter
All the spring poems have inspired me. NZ winter 14/3/07 I can’t stand the thought Of another New Zealand winter. The seasons all blur There is no real autumn No golden falling leaves What the hell is it here Sun for a few days Then Severe pursed-lip drizzle There is nothing more dreary Than New... Sign in to see full entry.
Myself
Myself 13/3/07 I have lost Myself. Now, I must find Myself. But where did I last leave Myself? Sign in to see full entry.
Stranded (My Love)
Written on 1 July 1996. During a beautiful time. Stranded (My Love) 7/1/96 Two islands Deserted, clinging to our separate world. Both longing, Ever needing, Clamoring in this sea of chaos. The river of life, An ocean of confusion, There us two.... Our separate words collide, Our common interests... Sign in to see full entry.