Imagination

I can use my imagination for a story,
I can use my imagine for emotion -in a story,
but I don't want a story,
I want a poem,
a poem -with emotion.

A story is overtly logical.
A poem -it is not.
It is only a sequence of thought.

depressed?

"Try Sarah. Just try to be happy."

It's like trying to have red hair.
No matter how long I stare in the mirror
and try to make it red
it's still not.

They are Angry

I know how it feels now
So utterly alone
(With) No one to call
I Understand

I don't trust them
They don't need to hear
They won't listen
They are angry with me
Who does this leave me to talk to


I need to take a shower & calm down.

How Can I Not

I have nothing to write
I'm confused
but I know how I feel
"Drifting between How can I
and how can I not?"

New Shopping Philosophy

I will no longer shun mainstream fashion solely on the basis of it being such.
If I do not like the item, I (obviously) will not buy it.
However, if I do like it, I will buy it, and will proceed to laugh at all the other self-declared "non-conformists" as they gawk at me in my newly purchased gauchos.

~seh

Tension

I have such a strong sexual tension in my body
I'm not horny
I don't want sex
I want to be touched & held by one I love
by Him.
I yearn for him.
I have not seen him
       touched him
       kissed him in one week
My body wants him
I can't think straight
I can't focus
My body is rigid and tense
One touch.
One touch is all I need and I would melt in his hands.
I would surrender myself to him
              and his advances
until I regained my right mind
Then I would stop him
       push away
              and
       turn over
Just to lay with him
     next to him
Be with him.

I Think Too Fast

I may have slipped
I may have fallen
Maybe I shouldn't have said
But (I think) I love you.

8 months and 30 miles

I am angry.
I don't want to pen down what happened
but would rather display out what I
am feeling.

Pen & ink on paper
like feathers of a peacock.
Spread out in a fury of color
and emotion.

I am angry.
Imagine myself as a lit fire cracker,
can only hope it'll be a dud.

*** could help
I don't want to tell him.
I don't want to tell anyone.
I don't want to use that word.

I need sleep.
I am in bed.
I don't want to go to bed Angry
as the wise Solomon suggested.

How can the best thing I had
turn into something which could abuse me
and make me feel used
8 months later and
30 miles away

Scared Little Girl

I hold onto it with a clinched fist
It is a precious jewel
The core of who I am
I am not all the silly things I do

God Marquee

God.
to us.
is like a marquee.
if we will actually tune in
and pay attention.
what he wants
will continue to scroll across our mind.
each time
we may catch something different.