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Sarah's Writing/Poetry
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Chic |
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9/26/2007 2:36 PM |
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Occasionally I have these "spontaneous overflows of creative emotion" that I just have to get out. I would call myself a poet and a writer so I suppose that is only natural. Yo u don't have to fawn all over anything I write but I do enjoy sharing them. So...apparently this is where I will be doing that. |
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Cheesecake |
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By Chic on
9/30/2008 8:57 PM
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Okay, this is stupid. But, I just wanted to say that any significant other that is willing to drop what he's doing b/c I randomly spout off that I have a craving for cheesecake and ups to the store and buys me a whole one is pretty damn amazing. :)
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It's more than it appears... |
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By Chic on
12/2/2007 1:34 AM
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My current situation: from the guy I'm bringing to Christmas, to the way I want you all to see me, to my frustrations concerning these issues.
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No More. No Less. |
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By Chic on
11/4/2007 6:03 PM
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You tear down my walls and all my defenses
Brick by brick through the pretenses
Afraid to show you exactly who I am
Scared you’ll see and quickly condemn
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Love Sick |
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By Chic on
10/14/2007 7:10 PM
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My ample heart starts the race.
Quickening beats the steady pace.
Bursting forth without a sound
Ignoring wounds I have found
Spilling into my veins it runs
Finds me out and than it shuns
Coyly playing passionate mimesis
Through my body and all its pieces
Into my mouth where I scream
Clenched jaw shaking save a dream
Into my eyes where I cry
Narrow tears falling by and by
Into my lips where they quiver
Tongue cut sharply to a sliver
Into my lungs where they contract
Years of life lost to a fact
Into my lungs were color does drain
White and listless to complain
Into my head where I see
Boiling contagious unconsciously
Into my organs where it pours
Vile abundance from its stores
Out like a sieve ...
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Beauty is in the Eye of the Adjective |
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By Chic on
9/26/2007 2:38 PM
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This is the final product of an assigment in advanced composition. The idea was to write about identity and your own personal identity and how it was in the past compared to how it is now, blah, blah blah. Considering Jamey and Laura you both are "mentioned" in the paper I thought you would all like to read it. Sorry Bonnie I didn't "mention" you but you live at home and see me all the time...let them have something, lol. Anyway I knew you would all appreciate this since you all tell me the same things about my girlfriends and my appearance. Enjoy.
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Enabler |
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By Chic on
9/26/2007 2:36 PM
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I am my own worst enemy
Set in perfection and absurdity
Trying to be all I expect
Never forgetting what I neglect
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