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The Journal of Elle O'Connor Oh where, oh where did you go?
11/18/2005 11:52 p.m.
I had this posted in my library, but decided to move it. I guess I didnt like the comments it got, which probably doesnt make sense to you (or you, either), but it makes sense to me. And this is my journal, after all, so it seems like a nice place to be weird and territorial. I am weird. I've always been weird. Weird is subjective, though. But sometimes, even armed with that knowledge, I think I'm objectively weird, which doesn't really bother me, except...... when it does.
Into me, you ploughed
on tiptoe, so silent and forceful,
a new sense of direction
knocked into my pilgrimage
toward isolation.
Over me, you watched
as you pillaged through my ruins
and with finesse
sequestered the arsenal of hatchets
I'd grown so skilled
at hurling toward myself.
Away from you, I walked,
a victim of nearsightedness
and too many fairy tales
and continued my desolate trek
down the yellow brick road
that could never lead home
as the screams of your absence
accompanied me.
I am listening to James Blunt.
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| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 11/19/05 at 12:02 AM "and with finesse sequestered the arsenal of hatchets" is cool. I like your command of words. Best I can do is wrangle and herd them in a general direction. |
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| Posted by Richard Paez on 11/19/05 at 02:27 AM You sent me a message the other day, insightful and appreciated. And then I read this, and I think: My god, how do you know my life this way? Let me be completely self-centered for a moment, and suspect that you know me in "real life" somehow, because that is the way it wants to seem to me right now. And from that perspective, and from nowhere at all, I will say this: the yellow brick road leads us where we want it to lead. I swear, some times it seems I am dead, and it is only the memory of myself that keeps me in communication. Your use of "ploughed" is more than perfect. Great write. |
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