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[07 Sep 2004|10:25pm] she wears it well, the bitterness -- some would even say with class and they watch her from afar wishing they could climb inside her skin, tear a tiny bit off for themselves -- a bit of bitterness to satiate (if only for a moment) the need to scream and cry release the pain the grief ugly sobbing but what they don't know is that she watches them longing for a piece of their grief or anything (anything!) that would let her cry because anything would be better than this empty bitterness she holds so close and wears so well ----- kate 9/7/04 2 poems written | write me a poem

fyi [06 Sep 2004|12:49pm] Just fyi, this journal is going back to being only poetry. I've deleted the icon posts and will not be making more. Only poetry posts. 2 poems written | write me a poem

[06 Sep 2004|12:20pm] "this is it" and "we've arrived" while they look at us with hate (or what feels like hate but what may only be something empty) but regardless of emptiness weightlessness here we are between somewhere and nowhere and we're finally discovering that heaven is much closer to hell than either of us ever knew ----- kate 9/6/04 write me a poem

[05 Sep 2004|12:35am] and when she falls tides turn tumble she's taken the moon down with her side by side they fall light and dark dark and light melting together into nothingness a void neither light nor dark neither dark nor light save one moonbeam that s w a l l o w s her whole ----- kate 9/5/04 2 poems written | write me a poem

[14 Aug 2004|12:11am] cold air, sand and water (and a million years gone by? perhaps) but at least a million touches from a hand that could never stay just at my knee hardened fingertips (you always hated to use a pick - just bare strings and fingers, calloused) rough chafing against soft skin and a fire, always a fire you could never leave it alone - stoking the embers, flying sparks - until you matched fire for fire and i burned ----- kate 8/13/04 write me a poem

million miles [05 Jul 2004|02:42am] dylan on the radio sunlight across your lap road stretched ahead of us but you're looking back i'd catch your eyes if you'd let me but instead i realize you're just someone i used to know a million miles away and still next to me ----- kate 7/5/04 the title is from bob dylan's song of the same name. write me a poem

mourning light [15 Jun 2004|02:58am] dawn breaks i wake to the mourning rain salty, burning and bury my head under covers that still let in unwanted light how could i have prayed 'morning come swiftly' when nightmares continue with the light? ----- kate 6/15/04 write me a poem

impossible [06 Jun 2004|03:09am] i feel traces of you but i'm lost because the hardest thing i have to do is learn to sleep alone ----- kate 6/6/04 2 poems written | write me a poem

[07 May 2004|03:48pm] vuela pajarito mio vuela y no mira hacia atrás pero recuerda a mi con perdón y amor -- vuela pajarito querido ---- kate 5/7/04 write me a poem

[25 Apr 2004|08:33pm] we stand on the line of an uneasy truce faltering and we hate ourselves because words fail where touch never does -- lost again ----- kate 4/25/04 2 poems written | write me a poem

[04 Apr 2004|05:01am] [ mood | sad ] i remember when i could see my reflection in your eyes (but now it's gone missing) and i wonder if you can still see yourself in mine ----- kate 4/4/04 write me a poem

[14 Mar 2004|09:38pm] my name is carved upon your tree but can your amazing grace really save a wretch like me? blood spilled -- an unfair trade between good and evil and still i fall down and still your tree bears my name only this time the cut is deeper drawing bloodlike tears from eyes never blinded and now i see (through a glass darkly -- but i see) ----- kate 3/14/04 6 poems written | write me a poem

[22 Feb 2004|11:15pm] beneath your strong façade i taste the thinly veiled t e r r o r in your kiss and my world crumbles -- because you were always the strong one and i the one who f e l l a p a r t (and i am out of practice, being strong) ----- kate 2/22/04 write me a poem

perhaps a word is worth a thousand pictures [23 Jan 2004|11:25am] you look on my face and you've missed nearly all of what i say, so i give up and leave you with words (inadequate, yes -- but less so than a picture) ----- kate 1/23/04 inspired, in part, by a request on quinta11's journal 3 poems written | write me a poem

[22 Jan 2004|12:58pm] i never knew i could drown in liquid sky until i returned to earth and missed being enveloped in the surrounding dome now i stand, parched among sky stretched, drawn tight that pulls me up into it -- and i accept, unwillingly ----- kate 1/22/04 3 poems written | write me a poem

[28 Dec 2003|12:29am] hope creeps on silent tip-toe and the unsuspecting victim walks easily (oblivious) down paths of no expectation until the (terrible) day when hope crouches in anticipation and pounces for the kill - birthing expectation and the inevitability of disappointment ----- kate 12/28/03 write me a poem

[05 Dec 2003|02:32am] in dark silence i stand naked, empty and see you as if from a great distance tiny, lost (if i am to be your refuge who will be mine?) i look to the heavens to meet the rain with my face only to find the sky clear, cloudless and it is i who rain with tears chilling cheekbones then you are there strong, weak so maybe the distance was in my head we rain tears together as you find refuge in me and i in you ----- kate 12/5/03 8 poems written | write me a poem

excuses [12 Nov 2003|08:45pm] i might have seen you yesterday as across a crowded room you turned and i saw the side of a face i knew from years past i opened my mouth to call to you and ended up fish-gaping at air as you turned again and i lost you -- again but perhaps it's just as well because i wouldn't have known the words to say (and it probably wasn't you, anyway) ----- kate 11/12/03 write me a poem

[10 Nov 2003|12:33am] it's too easy to remember your face now when all i'm trying to do is forget and i feel your breath on my neck your hand on my breast hear your whispered words in the dark hush hush and the dream's deception is revealed as i open my eyes squint into the sunlight of a lonely morning lost ----- kate 11/10/03 i have no idea where that came from. write me a poem

[27 Oct 2003|10:40pm] once there was a woman who loved me light, warm, safe she was everything i needed and nothing i did not and i loved her more for it -- still do now there is a woman who loves me hard, jaded, dark she is everything i need and everything i do not and i love her more for it -- always will there are two women who have loved me and i have loved them (but never the same) and i am far the better for it ----- kate 10/27/03 crossposted to writing_101 for the prompt beginning line 'once there was a woman who loved me' lubies - who is it? ;) write me a poem

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