tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26947659707871175772024-03-05T10:00:35.094-08:00A Cluttered CommentaryChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-70045979034664616332010-11-10T09:59:00.000-08:002010-11-10T09:59:34.809-08:00Perhaps<div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps when you wish to speak more,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">you should think less.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-35658611886846175932010-11-08T17:30:00.000-08:002010-11-08T17:30:04.064-08:00Angry Rhymes<div style="text-align: center;">Can't you see the pain hidden just beneath my eyes?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't you hear the shaking tone that rattles through my lies?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't you smell the fires that burn deep with my soul?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't you taste the passion when you and I are whole?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't you feel the softness of every breath I take?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can see, hear, smell, taste and feel</div><div style="text-align: center;">everything you fake.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-68564901244965561622010-11-01T18:42:00.000-07:002010-11-01T18:42:03.764-07:00Altered<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We all, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">we and me and you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">we all want to look back, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to remember the good ol' days. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">If such they were. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">If such they were good, I mean.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Do you remember now?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The innocent days. </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The carefree, careless, stoned school days. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The Friday night football, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">be home by curfew, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Strawberry wine, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">No. 2 pencil days.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Back in those days, </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">when the temple of unrequited love lectured from his soapbox, </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">lectured from our parents, teachers, televisions, dealers, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">etcetera etcetera...</span></span><br />
<div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I hung out with the Third Street Anarchists that summer. </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We made up conspiracy theories in the backyard </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">over tequila shooters and acid tabs </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">and when god left, </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;"><i>because he did, </i></div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">when god disappeared </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">I left that small town prison for the city of dreams, </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">where the anti-existentialists rule and nothing alters everything. </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">Everything is altered. </div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: right;">Even here.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;">Maybe, especially here.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-58057962956869711062010-10-29T00:21:00.000-07:002010-10-29T00:21:50.089-07:00Hide and Seek<div style="text-align: center;">I've been hiding.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I never said I wanted to be found.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-86162863333569895932010-08-29T14:26:00.000-07:002010-08-29T14:26:24.707-07:00Waves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKyikdJ73-7yeYlrK_-T9Elzk4LHyNsXQKNULkdE8uR1eNasufQw9VzlT-VQFEXyFT9fgXOKc66RntxRB3BPz7oYSWlf2Cr6fOdjwEfbq7Y9cMqvvdOfHOqV8dDjNcoVTKyosGaTdL3I/s1600/waves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKyikdJ73-7yeYlrK_-T9Elzk4LHyNsXQKNULkdE8uR1eNasufQw9VzlT-VQFEXyFT9fgXOKc66RntxRB3BPz7oYSWlf2Cr6fOdjwEfbq7Y9cMqvvdOfHOqV8dDjNcoVTKyosGaTdL3I/s320/waves.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">waves run like electricity</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and pound against me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">like pure </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">magic</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">these shades of gray -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">bittersweet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">will not go back, will</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">not go back</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to the original sparks created</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and cannot go back</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">again</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i fall</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and fade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and crack like glass </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and melt in the sand</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">beneath the waves </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that run like electricity</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">through</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">today a poem woke me and this time, this time I was ready.</span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">even if you were not.</span></span></i></div><div><br />
</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-91909355961657855332010-08-25T01:21:00.000-07:002010-08-25T01:21:07.523-07:00Sonnets or Symphonies<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I spoke with Shakespeare last night.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He told me stories in iambic pentameter.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I didn't listen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You see-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Beethoven was down the hall playing Fur Elise.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And all I wanted to do,</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Was dance.</span></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-88438306641708844842010-08-24T13:49:00.000-07:002010-08-24T13:49:14.363-07:00A Metaphor<div style="text-align: center;">My grandmother has a jewelry box where she keeps a special ring for each of her granddaughters.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She tells me the story of mine, which is hope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It breathtaking. Captivating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The story of the ring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I know it means death, before I wear its past.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So her jewelry box, is really Pandora's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-89111308325735900902010-08-15T13:36:00.000-07:002010-08-15T13:36:32.781-07:00Error you ask<br />
how I can justify<br />
such margins but<br />
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A simple kiss.<br />
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Curse me now<br />
That you're away.<br />
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I was so close, we<br />
We were so close<br />
But milk spills<br />
Into flesh and<br />
Spreads across the<br />
Space between us<br />
In tiny ripples<br />
Of silky, smooth softness<br />
That is not<br />
Me.<br />
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No use crying.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-81531078271262298562010-08-13T00:09:00.000-07:002010-08-13T00:09:28.084-07:00A Cluttered Commentary on Chasing Circles<div style="text-align: center;">I was just wondering, if I sail around the world in eighty days and you do it in seventy nine, does that mean that you love the world more or that you are the faster sailor? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or does it simply mean that you are better than I am in chasing circles...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<center style="text-align: left;"><center style="text-align: right;">*I'm a poet.* Un-confident. More of a question really.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Are you?* Nonchalant. All knowing.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Do you doubt me?* Even I doubt me.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Never.* Serious.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*I'll write for you.* A challenge. A motive. A meaning.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*You always have.* Unbroken composure.</center><center style="text-align: left;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*I don't understand.* A thousand questions burning me outside in.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Don't you?* Fixed. Constant.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Perhaps...* Wheels are turning, fires burning.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Perhaps what?* His eyes on mine. </center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*I am an old soul.* Understanding.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*So you do understand.* A star falls.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*Goodbye, then, old friend.* Sometimes there are more than two halves.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*We'll meet soon.* When the planets align for us.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: right;">*I know.* I know. Finally, I know.</center><center style="text-align: right;"><br />
</center></center>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-82319278595935829872010-08-11T10:19:00.000-07:002010-08-11T10:20:29.340-07:00A Cluttered Commentary on Starting Again<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I was a little girl, and would complain about being hungry, my father would smile and whisper to me, "hunger is the best spice." And he was right. But not just about food, about life, about the world, about love. Especially love. Sometimes he still looks at me the same way he did when I was eight and in love with the universe, and I'm reminded that being an adult doesn't disallow me the option of being in love with the universe. Does it? </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But how do you fall back in love after so much has happened? How do you leave behind the car wrecks and unpaid bills, the flashes of light-lost imprinted permanently on your heart? Start the car. It's all that simple, isn't it? Just remember... everything worth happening, happens when you least expect it. And breathe. Breathing is a necessity. And while your breathing, something might just happen, because life can change with every breath we take. And when your heart hurts, just breathe. And when you can't stop the pain, just breathe. Sooner or later all the pieces will fall into place... they always do.</span><br />
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</span>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-79032160057766126762010-08-10T15:35:00.000-07:002010-08-10T15:35:20.984-07:00A Rambling on Whispers<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you near</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To invent me a game</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where sparks fly like shooting stars</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where each new morning </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brings new love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whisper my love,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Say that you will.</span></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-64553384438047090422010-08-03T01:51:00.000-07:002010-08-03T01:51:38.890-07:00A Reflection of Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSLh5pbZZHcKjJlkRh4pf1K29u5RNjnnZEQw7Tu-g_EXEOKU0OevEL86shN-tOCVLQp-ts8oTQsgQehy_UkGLpPPZw3VgsrMfKz1Rd43bVJbiHrhZ0ZUv3ajSigvzMNMouIzQU-phbSI/s1600/downsized_0801000057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSLh5pbZZHcKjJlkRh4pf1K29u5RNjnnZEQw7Tu-g_EXEOKU0OevEL86shN-tOCVLQp-ts8oTQsgQehy_UkGLpPPZw3VgsrMfKz1Rd43bVJbiHrhZ0ZUv3ajSigvzMNMouIzQU-phbSI/s320/downsized_0801000057.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, there is just too much red.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you don't know what I mean, don't worry. Someday you will.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm sorry for that.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-27030659966511737272010-07-31T04:47:00.000-07:002010-08-14T12:12:25.867-07:00Musings on Real Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHVa89uvwMsTCF7d47r2wgrrMmSTdihpNzsiljFW-sCl0FH1fWyzwIzBtb3CepqdqwcFEXb70vEE9GwwrTDRdM9lVZBR3W9w_r88nU8H4wyk0LDyrY3tanVrffB92ilbSoq4zs5NPJCM/s1600/YellowTulips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHVa89uvwMsTCF7d47r2wgrrMmSTdihpNzsiljFW-sCl0FH1fWyzwIzBtb3CepqdqwcFEXb70vEE9GwwrTDRdM9lVZBR3W9w_r88nU8H4wyk0LDyrY3tanVrffB92ilbSoq4zs5NPJCM/s320/YellowTulips.jpg" /></a></div>I made love here once. In a field of yellow tulips.<br />
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Once upon a time, when life made sense every time he said, "Forever, Sweet Girl."<br />
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It's funny, I got a once upon a time, and learned that there is no happily ever after.<br />
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Not for me. Not anymore.<br />
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But like I said, I am loved, I have loved and I am grateful.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-528095656832711342010-07-29T20:01:00.000-07:002010-08-10T16:30:45.680-07:00This is why I adore fandom.The wonderful animatedbrowneyes made me this little vidlet for my fic Nowhere Left to Run. Enjoy.<br />
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<object height="285" width="440"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_UNb5CUL9E&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_UNb5CUL9E&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"></embed></object>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-45400289260216400952010-07-29T14:22:00.000-07:002010-07-29T14:22:35.974-07:00Ramblings on death<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><b>“</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><b>If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><b>”</b> ~</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Chuck Palahniuk</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Judith Kitchen once wrote, "...tell her there are many ways to die and each is lonely."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">I don't want to be lonely.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">I don't want to die. Not today.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">So Chuck, I choose to slow down. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">To savor each kiss, each laugh, each love.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Because we all die. And it will be lonely.</span></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-21026869977506154732010-07-28T22:48:00.000-07:002010-07-28T22:48:13.527-07:00A Cluttered Commentary on text messages from hellSo here's how it went down.<br />
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Him: I miss you. Call me.<br />
Me: Don't you have a girlfriend? Call her.<br />
Him: Just talk to me baby.<br />
Me: Do you, or do you not have a girlfriend?<br />
Him: I just want to hear your voice.<br />
Me: That wasn't an answer.<br />
Him: Can I at least call and say happy belated birthday?<br />
Me: Still not an answer.<br />
Him: I just want to talk.<br />
Me: And yet, you still can't answer a simple question. Go away.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Fuck that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I want <i>you</i> to be a poem worthy of <i>me</i>.<br />
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But you never learn, do you?</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2694765970787117577.post-77474221038473545972010-07-28T00:47:00.000-07:002010-07-28T00:47:24.861-07:00A Cluttered Commentary on Heartbreak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ezoDk_5iu-S4ulH1_B1C_BU6WvdeVddaWimiJAQqOPt9mNDVAZ7HsAwf2djXHqItqbiTN9kYdvwdvTfBLEtXqTMqO7IfR4cyMM6Z2hQroP__k3aNtxV-GnjNfu6XxMPrkhWLm9BFf2w/s1600/heartbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ezoDk_5iu-S4ulH1_B1C_BU6WvdeVddaWimiJAQqOPt9mNDVAZ7HsAwf2djXHqItqbiTN9kYdvwdvTfBLEtXqTMqO7IfR4cyMM6Z2hQroP__k3aNtxV-GnjNfu6XxMPrkhWLm9BFf2w/s320/heartbreak.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<blockquote>"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so no one can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't yours anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out an leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' turns into a glass splinter working its' way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." ~Neil Gaiman</blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div> <i>Think positive,</i> I tell him, though I don't really believe it myself. The world <i>could </i>slow and stop and end all life. End all love. But it won't. Won't slow and won't stop. Tomorrow we'll all wake in the same beds we fell asleep in. We'll wake tired and alone and sore from too much pain and loss and beauty. Just too much. <br />
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<i>But I love her, </i>he says. <br />
And I know. But what else can I say?<br />
<i>What else is there?</i><br />
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<i>Remember beauty.</i><br />
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There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much beauty. There is so much.<br />
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Because even when your heart is broken, there is so much.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0