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Interests: Were you thinking that those were the words--those upright lines?
Those curves, angles, dots?
No, those are not the words--the substantial words are in the ground
and sea,
They are in the air--they are in you.

Were you thinking that those were the words--those delicious sounds
out of your friends' mouths?
No, the real words are more delicious than they.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay,
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of
shame.


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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Currently
Love Ire & Song
By Frank Turner
I Knew Prufroc Before He Got Famous
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This is not a love letter

this is not a love letter
because your heart is not violins and roses
and I don't like roses anyway, severed stems
and every thorn carefully removed to make them safe
make them harmless
make them naked
I like naked but I also like dangerous
and I wanna fight my way through the thorns
bring my scratched and battered body to you and let you patch me up
fall like rain on my skin and wash away all the blood
you could make me clean, you could be my roots

nobody knows what I look like
without my clothes, stretching sleepy in morning sunlight
making breakfast in my underwear
water droplets on my skin, doesn't it feel good to be free?
only when I'm alone
when no one is watching me and I can
brush my hair, let it fall over my bare shoulders
let the air touch my skin and not be afraid
I let them touch my ribcage, let them hold and caress and whisper
but never let them see
never felt skin on skin because when the mystery is gone
there's nothing left but me

but I want to crawl inside your skin and live there
surrounded by the beat of your heart and the flow of your blood
dive beneath your surface, never come up for air
drowning myself in you
your cells your atoms
your voice your smell
your hands your lips
you shake me to my core
and I'm afraid but I want to say go, yes, more
because I think you are everything I have torn myself up to find
prayers on my lips, naked and vulnerable before you
I want you to see because when the mystery is gone
there's nothing left but me
how far does your love go?

this is not a love letter
because my heart is not chocolates and champagne
my heart is still unsure and questioning, I'm not quite steady on my feet
but could I touch you without asking first?
if I fall asleep beside you will you be there in the morning
watch me stretch sleepy in the sunlight and never turn away
kiss my head and touch my face
always worry when I don't eat and talk when I get quiet
love me love me, say that you love me
make me feel safe
I've never wanted anybody as much as I want you and
I've never wanted any body as much as I want yours
you are where I belong
I will keep you forever in blue-sky mornings
clasped hands and quickened breaths and someday
it will make me beautiful


Friday, October 16, 2009

Currently
Beatrix Potter The Complete Tales
By Beatrix Potter
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Click and tell me something, anything.I miss you guys. I wish I could still write here.


Saturday, May 02, 2009

Currently
The Time Traveler's Wife
By Audrey Niffenegger
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I have been away so long. I'm sorry, I try time and time again to be more active here and time and time again I fail. Xanga used to be where I kept my soul, I poured all of myself into its pages and trusted every feling I had to those who read it. But now, things are different. Mostly it's just that I don't have the trust or the strength to post the kinds of things I always used to post here, and I never wanted this to become a mundane day to day blog of what I ate and wore and thought and did. I don't like those.

I guess all this is to say, I'm not very invested in Xanga anymore and once again, I'm sorry about it. I love this site and probably always will. I just wanted you guys to know that I probably won't be here much anymore, but I love you all and you really do brighten my days just by existing. I want to keep in touch with you and if you want to keep in touch with me too, here's how: apeculiartreasure(at)gmail(dot)com. Send me emails, tell me about your lives, your loves, your happinesses and sadnesses, anything you want to tell me. I'll tel you things too, probably more than you ever want to hear. =) Also I'm cosmicdancer on Twitter, and seafoamwaltz on Tumblr and LiveJournal. I don't know if any of you guys use LJ but if you do you should definitely add me, that's where I do most of my posting now. It's more active, I feel like I actually connect with people there whereas here, I kind of feel like it's just gotten so impersonal. And finally, I'm on AIM and MSN as well although I don't usually add people unless I know who they are. AIM is DollUnderGlass, MSN is same as email.

Anyway. You're all so amazing, I hope I don't lose contact with any of you. And I'll still be around, probably posting things here and there. Sometimes this is the only place I feel I can get to the root of things, lay them all out and be really honest about them. But for now ...

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