11.30.02 For my 100th entry, I thought I would post something that I don't usually do... Poe-uh-tree. This was written on my 16th birthday... I figured I would put it somewhere "safe" - like the FUCKING INTERNET!!!! YAY! Nobody will ever find my teenage angst here! February 10th 1995 -------------------------- these things i know some things go unsaid and that is good... or of my mother<<< who smells so much like summer & cigarettes and all at once I am back to that once upon a time but with new eyes and her voice falls all around.
there are such things as monsters.
pets die. and time is seamless. words have teeth. i know. i have scars on my chin - my wrist - my upper lip. spiders are nessesary. sUDDENLY! in love or anger... anger is red or so I've been told.
iknow these things. think these things. these things i write. rainbows are a promise. and yet all iknow of HOPE is that it begins with an H. and H is
a crooked letter. it begins both heaven & hell.
i am the child that fashioned my soul into a kite. commanded it to fly and then cursed the wind.
books & stories that number as many as breaths i have taken. dreams mean nothing. i have loved (and made love to some). & dreams mean everything.
and suddenly that memory sparks a smile that protrudes into their
soul like too many suns casts no shadow because my scent is all
around and before they know it - they are back there.
i will remember my mother's hands. caught up in an ocean of voices. i know the most beautiful people in ALL the world (and so do you). and this IS for them. for my friend who took 500 sleeping pills one lonely afternoon
and awoke to find that he'd never really fallen asleep.
we know that we have never risked more than we were prepared to lose. its okay. the sound of someone asleep beside me.
and my voice will echo through your head like dejavu. i am. and so i bring to you all - flowers - morning glories - weeds (whatever
you like). and do with them what you will. |
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