| Oh my poor little neglected xanga site. How long has it been since I have written in your entry box? hahaha. man i have been gone a while. been a wierd month... My writing outlet has been stifled or something because i havent written a poem in over a month... My book has only had the privalage of gaining a paragraph and i have rarely even felt the urge for a poem. I am here now attempting to write one. I miss yall and will write you all back soon!
My little book of life will quickly stage a different scene.
High school life is almost over for me.
A new job impatiantly waits
It calls to me and tempts me with something green.
A new direction for my life path..
So many choices and turns.....
Just a few more months of stuffing in "knowledge"
and my tricicle become a mountanier.
THis rugged tarrain that awaits me
Has such a energizing yet intimidating stare.
I am my person going into another world
The other world beware!
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When the world isnt spinning
And the noise is just a blur.
When you are with your thoughts and actions only..
Who are you?
It sucks but baby steps back into poetic life. I hope all is well with you! kim |
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| Surrounded by a creamy milk chocolate painted room, all wrapped up in a pink Joe Boxer comforter. Thoughts swimming memorizingly in my head, I fell a sleep with a literall smile on my face. One of those rare nights when you are overwhelmingly happy as you wish your way into a happy slumber..... I dont really know why....... But it was great. those days are precious. Most the time at night my mind is rushing like the speed of sound, recapping moments in the day- thinking of possible scenerios, and just thinking to think I think.hahaha. and it doesnt make you not happy- just content...normal.... but last night I had a surging happiness running through my viens, and just a scense of well being and belonging..... what a great night indeed.
one thing that might have caused such a great night was a wonderful little thing I went to called "the bookclub." We discussed the book The Kite Runner. It is a really good book; that I really appreciated and it changed me... But its a book, through the book discussion I have learned... You either love or hate... and I loved. Reading since has not been the same.... anyway- i am sorry if i havent commented you yet when you read this- like a boy scout I am just being prepared for an annoying thing called computer freezage. I might have to go to parent teacher conferance tonight- or a better word for the torture is - pointless. Okay I am done- I sincerly hope your having a good day and sheldon i wrote you an email- i hope u got it...hahahaha... kim |
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| The one I once held high above grande others
Has become my greater sorrow.
What was once my strength
Is ripping down my soul.
What use to be a life line
Is now a tactic of manipulation.
Sucking out the marrow
That my wings use to fly.
What once built me up
Now buries me with repression.
What used to be a prideful haven,
Has now become my thorn. |
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| She doesnt know what she wants
She doesnt know what shell get
She lives in an island of individuality
She is her regret,
Dancing alone to the music
That pity alone can play
Singing tears into seclusion
Soaked from the clouds useless rain.
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| At my window
I watch the rain smack the ground in a tight embrace.
single drops form memories as it slides down the pain.
Children laugh in unison as they gallop on the roadside
Cars splash reunions on the grass as they speed home to a warm fire and love.
the flowers are in a complex-as they are hit with survival
And light shelters in the clouds
Resting from its weary day.
At my window
I watch the rainbow paint iteslf to the sky
I see smiles on wet dogs as they chase there friends through town.
At my window
Living is breathing on my face
I open the door to join the race.
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