**this is just to say**
posted on Thursday, July 21, 2005 at 05:12 p.m.
this is just to say...
i'm drinking really chocolatey milk and it's not very good but i'll pour more chocolate sauce into it anyways.
i'm leaving my lil corner of the world this weekend to drive to good ol' Big Lake (((remember...everyone loves a big lake gurl))) and will be sitting in the sun doing absolutely nothing
and it will be awesome. *grins*

**To Patrick White**
posted on Friday, July 15, 2005 at 08:47 p.m.
This is just a nothingness post, which in essence, means it's everything. *laughs*
no, but in all seriousness i just wanted to make an "official" thank you to Patrick.
Your appreciation of my work is wat i've definitely lacked in my writing and i'm really excited at this new connection and new friendship. i can see it blossoming in my words and i have developed a higher sense of love for language.
Because of you i am now more addicted to poetry and have found new angles to split my skin upon.

**written last night fer the green tea frapp.....**
posted on Thursday, July 14, 2005 at 06:24 p.m.
The basics of reality
slowly dripping-
slowly coating
her skin like whipped cream
and green tea.

The logic
of society
points us in this direction
of dictated health
and sweetness-
it's not supposed
to burn this way-

to turn
your face this way.

The taste
of realness
and wizards
and chai masters
is supposed to
consume you
and leave you satisfied

but addicted for more.

Join hands-
paint upon yourselves
the color of green
and the sugarness
of goodhearted nature-
driven to want more-
to consume more.

Don't be all that you can be-
drink deep
the waters of caffine
and self-righteousness-

it's boring all alone-
come join the others-
satisfy the need to conform,
wat good is a soul
if it's singular?
The tower of green tea
and whipped cream
is waiting-

all you have to do
is give up your own
and drink deep
of the vessel
resting at shore.

Just wanted to post this silly lil poem that i foolishly wrote last night fer dylan's bday.
sitting there surrounded by two other people, equally disgusted with the drink....

Hope you had fun staying with me this week Jay...my house is lonely


and messy
without you.

****
posted on Monday, July 11, 2005 at 10:06 p.m.
you look at me with those eyes,
stare at me frum under your hair
and i can feel it

feel your gaze
burning me.
realizing me.
and i've never felt undressed this way.

never felt as if i should hide these scars.
find shame
in nakedness.

in the piling of clothes
on the floor.

but your gaze eats into me-
creates me covered in blue paint.
a color
you were never really fond of
and i'm sorry
you've never liked me this way.

real.
shameless.
naked
and trembling at the thought of your touch.
weak wasn't ever wat you thought you wanted
and you smiling at me
won't ever create me strong.

won't ever change the way this soul is made.