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The Journal of Emily Davidson let them laugh
05/01/2006 04:38 a.m.
and if people want to talk,
let them talk.
and if people want to laugh,
let them laugh.
i am not afraid.
i just want to make people feel something.
i just want to make people feel.
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sometimes i forget
04/29/2006 05:24 p.m.
sometimes i forget
that you ever loved me at all
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i remember little things
04/29/2006 03:16 p.m.
when we kiss
i remember little things like
the texture of the tongue
and the pressure of lips
against each other
but not who
kissed who
or who wanted what
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beautiful for you
04/25/2006 03:11 a.m.
every day i try to be
beautiful for you
that is what
i strive for
you'll kiss me
but not once do you tell me
i'm beautiful.
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we are friends
04/24/2006 10:30 p.m.
late nights
we're confiding secrets through the phone.
i am huddled on my bathroom floor,
smiling as we speak,
and then laughing, laughing, laughing.
we are friends.
when we're alone
we touch
(gently, carefully)
and we kiss
undaunted.
we are friends.
we respect each other.
i think we may even share
a general fondness of each other.
but i am shamless.
and you are shy.
we will never be in love.
and i like that.
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this game
04/22/2006 03:56 a.m.
we always play this game:
i look at you
in my peripheral vision
and then trail
my finger tips
over the coarse weave of your
denim
and you look at me
and speak with your eyes
you laugh a little
and suddenly,
after another drink or two,
you are in love with me
again.
my hand
tangled in your hair
your hand
aligning with my spine
and we're kissing.
again.
i'm pushed against the car seat
and neither of us can refuse
even though logic may suggest we do so
but you know what?
i don't care about logic.
and when you're drinking, neither do you.
so our lips reacquaint themselves and
we play the same game
again.
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come
04/16/2006 05:07 a.m.
come
where the birds sing all night
and where there is always half of my bed
open for you
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defense
04/11/2006 04:46 a.m.
you are on
the defense
i can get
close, but
you won't
let me in
you'll answer my
questions, but
still leave me
hanging
i want to be friends.
but you make me feel so stupid
for trying.
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a bird adjusting her feathers
04/08/2006 09:30 p.m.
a bird adjusting her feathers
looks unslightly
for a moment
as she rumples herself
and turns around
beak in her side
legs grasping the branch
on which she stands
she cocks her head
inquisitively
and analyzes her
possiblities of
flight plan
and then she is off
into the sky
with a burst of feathers
behind her
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i need spring
03/26/2006 05:19 p.m.
why are the branches
still naked
and empty
why is the ground
still cold
i need spring
i need the warmth
and growth
(the change)
i cannot live in this
cold winter
alone
anymore
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