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Feb. 6th, 2006 | 12:22 am
mood: Unsurprisingly, bashful
music: Buffy, still
posted by: piratefanatic in mykeysandquills


Town park, Saturday afternoon.
Couples tossing a Frisbee,
Playing with the dog,
Splayed on a blanket
in the cool damp grass.

Whispers of heartfelt nothings
make for flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Smiles all around.
Good for them.
Be happy. Embrace life. Seize the day,
and all that.

But please,
refrain from seizing and embracing
in front of my nose.
‘Cause I can feel the pink climbing
up my neck, across my ears
quietly exploding on my cheeks,
a reminder to any and all
that I take no part in these
Oh, no.


But now I’m thinking once,
Maybe just this once,
I’d like to be something other than a
Fucking third wheel.

I’ve waited
without tapping my foot
(too much),
Or drilling my fingers
(too loudly),
Or making an ass of myself
(too often).
I’ve waited for it.

What’s it?
Love. Relationship. Sex.
A roll in the hay. A Significant Other. Marriage?

Nope. Not for me.
I’ve glimpsed the future.

I rock, hands tucked in a lap
Covered by folds of flannel.
Around me sit cats.
Twenty-seven calicoes, shadow greys, and orange stripies.

And I’m okay with this.
More than okay-
My fingers long for the folds of cloth,
My rear for the oaken rocker,
My toes for the covering of contented kitty.

Except, I’m not supposed to long for the life of
an old maid.
Supposed to shun that, go for
flushed faces and giddy grins,

A task which would be a great deal easier
if these nebulous concepts found some order.

Oh, no.

Synapse fire, chemicals release
And suddenly monsters lurk
Where bone and flesh once stood.

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from: stickchick596
date: Feb. 6th, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)

Hmmm I rather like both of those. Or rather really just the one because they go so well together. And of course, I have no clue and am making an ass of myself right now because I said both and you meant one or I said one and you meant both.

Lemme start over.

Poetry is pretty. Poetry is Powerful. Your Poetry is Pretty Powerful.

(Gah! Totally just pulled that out of nowhere and had NO intention of finishing like that even after I had started typing it. I swear!!!)

Okay...this is me by now ------> ( | )

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from: piratefanatic
date: Feb. 6th, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)

Hang on, what? Both? *is way confuzzled* Both poems? 'Cause I put three up, methinks.

Any suggestions? I feel like this is missing something, but i dunno what. I had wanted to include more where the dotted line is, but I'm kinda liking the break now.

And if you were refering ot both poems, or don't mind looking at others, puh-leeze go look at Flatline (though the title will change soon, I promise!). It really needs help.

*realizes she has used the word "fuck" in the vast majority of the works she's posted thus far*

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