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New re-Birth Poetry
06/25/2006 02:24 p.m.
I am writing a journal entry and not a poem.

I need to tell myself outloud what to do these days- it's refreshing when I feel too creepy about reading my voice after the fact, after I've done what I said... kinda like you're own medicine but in a really tricky way and without the sugar. Yeah, it's nice to write.

I'm so glad to be here. I have to say that again, too. I am just really really happy. I am home. I am a poet.

my family has always been in my head.
My family is like a lot of intentions and I have to have faith in them all.
My family says hello to me after we get off the pavement.
My family runs into me on the street; we see stars and fall down.
I love my family for loving me and not knowing me.
I love my family for working together at loving ourselves.

I love pathetic. (period)

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I wrote through the night and I was done at dawn on a Sunday.
I had a fever until my pencil was worn down and whittled into nothing.
Then I had the best journal entry eVeR...
well, for me at least.
yeah-pp yepp
<3 the best hearts for earthly loving look empty and are already satisfied.
that's the breadth i want behind my eyes, that's what i'm holding on for now- I can feel it again, like my heart beating involuntarily, it's there again, my heart, my heart, I'm home, it's there.

I love the way that the world is timed so chink-chinkidy. So, greased.
I love the way that the world calls something new into my life. It calls to my soul by saying, hey little one, there's a world out there and you're young. haha.
yeaaahp-
I'm good for now, thanks. I'm just pathetic and at home.
What did you expect?
I am currently Cool
I am listening to this morning (and cars going by)

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