posted 06-18-2001 12:02 AM            

You gave me life on an otherwise dying week. But now you have ripped it all back out of me. I am lying here vulnerable to anything. You have opened the seal to all the emotions and just as I was about to spill it all on you then you had obligations to fill, you had to go back to the mountain – now known as the valley. Oh yes, you will be back but our structure that we killed ourselves to make won’t be. Nothing is as good the second time around. You were here and you leaving now for there.

How can I keep on keeping on when you were the engine? You could have just come in. It was early morning, you had a few hectic hours to spare. I would have held you. I would have stooped over you and surrounded your pain. But no, you left. I will go on with distractions and decoys now whose only purposes are to keep my mind off this dying that’s taking over me. You shall return, yes, but shall you?

posted 06-18-2001 09:28 PM            

Where do I go?
A upper right be a waste of my workout not to mention shallow and you'd still be on your feet.
A lower left would require strength and it would deliver a lethal blow that would last.

Where do I go?

You know where you want to take me. You know where you don't want me to go. And you know where it'd be mutually heavy and fulfilling for us to go through balletical correspondence.

posted 06-18-2001 09:55 PM            

You could feed them to me on a plate and I wouldn't know my own thoughts.

posted 06-18-2001 11:30 PM            

My eyes collide with emotional ruff. Her life is changed forever now, never going back to its original shape from this experience.

posted 06-19-2001 05:39 PM            

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and all life is feeting.

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posted 06-20-2001 08:28 AM            

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Originally posted by magicalcat:

hmm. so life is a bowl of footwear.

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posted 06-22-2001 12:21 AM            

But who made Felix Black so sad?

posted 06-22-2001 01:41 PM            

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Originally posted by petunya:
Felix Black writes pretty poems

But who made Felix Black so sad?

Meanie!

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posted 06-26-2001 06:00 PM            

I a saw couple, a man and a woman both with stallion black hair in their late 40s sitting at a pool side table drinking sugar flavored beverages under a green umbrella that made the shade glow like sun beams through elephant leaves. They had not gone into the pool yet. Behind this couple sat a girl whose existence was thin compared to the lively couples in the pool. She was naked too. Her brown amber eyes glossed humbly on a small shrub by the corner of the pool. It was a small green shrub with small clusters of pink flowers. A beach ball hit me in the chest and I started to tremble from the breeze that blew through the couples’ hair at the pool table. I was really shaking. I looked over at the rich in the pool and then I looked over at the couple at the table and then I looked at the girl sitting behind them. I felt like everyone was watching me but they were in their own little worlds. I felt feeble in the knees and I needed to sit down. The smell of sun block and hair spray that blew off the couple at the table was making my stomach feel like warm muddy water.

I felt a tickle on my right shoulder and then I was sitting down next to the girl – her hair was blowing on me. I saw a butterfly land on a deprived sere patch of grass behind us. “That shrub is very pretty” I said to her. “Heath” she told me as she finally took her eyes from being fixated on the plant to me, “it’s a heath plant. When I was a little girl I had a bed that was made from heath.” Some water splashed onto the couple in front of us followed by some shouts. I felt an ant on my toe but before I could look down the girl grabbed my hand. She held it into her palms on her knees. She asked me, “my parents are in that pool. What about yours?” I shook my head no and then she put her foot on mine and I heard a minute crunch. The couple in front of us came walking back to their seats dripping with water. Their hair wasn’t black anymore, the jazz had been taken out from the pool. They didn’t have a smell anymore but my stomach still had a mucky feeling to it.

The girl pulled me to my feet and looked at my face in an observation peer. We walked naked, cold, hand in hand to the heath shrub. “Wait here” she breathed out. She walked to the diving board and she stood at the tip naked looking down at all the couples in their glitter. She was so natural to me. Brown hair a light scatter of freckles on the forehead and cheek, amber eyes, and wooden existence to her soft skin. I felt as though I was going to sink through the pool side pavement while watching her. She dove in like an ice cube into rainwater. Her head peeked up right by my feet. She pulled herself out to look just the same as when she went in. She walked back to where she was sitting alone before with out me.

My back felt like sandpaper as I brushed a flea off of me. The man from the couple at the pool table waved me over. I started walking but the bottoms of my feet were like dead fish connected flat to my ankles. It was no longer pavement, it was mud. I couldn’t get any traction. I looked over at the girl and then at the people in the pool and then at the couple. I did not feel attention this time but it was being brought on. The sun looked down on me as I held my head down in a stoop of thought. I could not understand. I could not make sense. My feet were implanted into the mad made pavement like roots of a tree into dirt. I tugged, I waved and I scorned. My back began to pop open with blisters and I could feel splashes of smelly water on me. The girl was looking at the shrub again and the couples were talking politics. I could hear helicopter blades cutting through the air above me. A man from the helicopter was throwing raw corn onto my surroundings. The corn was ripping open my blisters. It was beating me down.

The girl suddenly stood up and I suddenly fell back. The heath shrub saved my fall. I saw the helicopter floating above. I saw the couples in the pool rip grass and mud out of the lawn and threw it one me. I saw the girl stand on the diving board. I saw my vision deteriorate. I saw my eyes close. I saw myself buried as I sat in the helicopter. I saw the couples having a picnic on the mud and grass that covered my suffocated body that was lying on the shrub. I saw the girl have nothing to stare at. I saw myself fly away.

[This message has been edited by Beaver Toast (edited 06-26-2001).]