Scenes from an Almost AffairI. IntroductionsScenes from an Almost Affair
People think that by cutting someone they are in love with out of their life, it makes everything associated with that person go away. They think it is like cutting off dead ends----(snip, they’re gone, you’ll grow new hair) when in reality it is more like cutting a picture out of a magazine. It is gone, but there is a gaping hole where it once was. After flipping through the magazine a couple times, you’ll get used to the hole, but it will still be a hole, it won’t have magically fixed itself.
With a person’s first
A Theoretical PoemTheoretical thoughts---A Theoretical Poem
So now I've decided that every dog does not have it's day And you and I certaintly won't have ours
I have wanted and waited for nothing
Because that is what you feel for me
Nothing
and I should not have expected more.
There is not anger or furor or resentment because of this fact
(and there wouldn't have been anyway)
and I do not think ill of you for it
In fact I think very highly of you and just have never let it slip
and now that I think I know the truth
it will stay saf
Love Letter to no oneDear who-ever-you are who has captured my future affections,Love Letter to no one
First off I would like to say---well done. You deserve a standing ovation, and a heartily yelled bravo from the impassioned italian man in the balcony seats as well. My mother swears I will never marry because of my pickiness regarding men. I tell her that I just have high standards and that it's going to take a very very special kind of man to snag my heart. Because of this I know you must be ridiculously handsome, smart, funny and talkative and I must be so thankful for someone who makes me laugh so much and so often.
I think about you now you
QuestionsWhere is what I am looking for? This is my mantra The unanswered question of my soul that has me peering looking watching the cracks in the sidewalk and the haze of a rainstorm the loneliness of an empty expanse of sandQuestions
Is this my fate? To be a solitary crack in the world
One raindrop
One grain of desolate sand?
I do not know and this is what has me glued by the eyelashes to my own reflection
What I do know is I'd much rather be two: twa
part of pair
such as things like socks and chopstick
nine livesi.nine lives
in my first life,
i was a roman girl. i had brown hair, brown eyes, and parents that didn't want me. i lived three weeks. i don't remember my name.
ii. i think i missed several hundred years because in my second life i remember bare feet on marble as i spied on michelangelo painting the ceiling of the sistine chapel, so high above me. he stood on unstable steps that shook when he moved though he kept his hand steady as he painted god's and adam's almost touching, but not quite. i think i was in love with him, though he would not,
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'if you wish to be a writer... write.'
- epictetus
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This is Bunny help him on his way to WORLD DOMINATION...
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone.
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"WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams..."
~Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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So let's go out west and bask in the overcast.
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