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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 32
Sign: Leo

City: LOS ANGELES
State: CALIFORNIA
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/20/2006

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem - Inspiration Avenue

I knocked on the door - second floor	1
then, I waited, 1.....2.....3......4,	2
knocked some more, as before	3
no reply came from within,	4
as the silence erased my smug grin,	5
Desperation set in as I walked round the side,	6
past the gate, 'neath the swing, and under the slide.	7
nothing more, there is nothing here for me,	8
not a word, nor a prhase - no melodic poetry,	9
So, I search, once again, my small book -under "M",	10
5 Inspiration Avenue is scribbled in pen.	11
As I look up once more, I see a small note	12
has been nailed to the door.	13
I see my name at the top, now I have to be strong	14
As, it seems that my muse has packed up and gone.....	15
"In search of warmer climates..."	16
I hope she won't be gone for too long.	17

Currently listening:
The Best of New Order
By New Order
Release date: 14 March, 1995

8:43 PM

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem - Advice, Rejected.

Alone now.	1
My two cents	2
turned out to be	3
exactly one cent too many.	4
My love, how could I have predicted	5
you'd view my first coin as charity,	6
and see the second as mere pity.	7
Then, how could I have forseen,	8
you'd throw them both down in shame.	9
And, afterward, things would not be the same.	10
I only wanted to help you.	11
But, now I'm left in despair...	12
Listen to me love,	13
I can't understand how this is fair.	14
But, if you're going to leave,	15
if you're headed for the door,	16
give me back my copper, love.	17
I'm not your two-cent whore.	18

Currently listening:
Come Away with Me
By Norah Jones
Release date: 26 February, 2002

4:19 PM

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem - My "Friend"

I'm tired of bringing my "friend" home for dinner.	1
Tired of sneaking behind walls and taking	2
Just a minute too long to use the restroom with her in public.	3
I'm tired of pretending, when the evening is over,	4
That she isn't spending the night in my bed.	5
I'm sick of speaking in genderless terms,	6
Careful not to insert "she" where most are expecting "he".	7
I'm done pretending my gay roommate is my boyfriend	8
And that I'm going to have children when I finish grad school.	9
But, they never take it well, and I can't handle another lecture about sex and hell.	10
So, excuse me, while I call up my "friend" and invite her to dinner - again.	11

Currently listening:
Singles
By The Smiths
Release date: 23 May, 1995

4:16 PM

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem - A Taste of Her

I can still taste her.
1

I can taste her lips, her tounge in my mouth.
2

I can still feel her mouth on my breasts, her hands on my chest, her leg on my leg.
3

Her fingers inside of me, then outside, and in again.
4

But, more than that, I can hear the pain in her voice.
5

I feel her body trembling next to mine, her fitful sleep, inerupted by nightmares.
6

Unimaginable injury, causing more pain to stave off the next wave of realization - dignity barely in tact.
7

I wanted to take the pain away.
8

I can still hear her whispers in the morning, "Don't leave me."
9

Only, I had to leave.
10

I promised that I wouldn't leave her.
11

"I just want to be loved."
12

Her words shot straight to my heart and I held her.
13

"You are loved, believe me, you are loved".
14

Oh, what have we gotten ourselves into?
15

Did I take from you what you didn't have to give, yet again?
16

I was desperate.
17

I wanted to be your first.
18

And, I was your first.
19

But, at what price?
20

And, who will pay the piper when the music ends?
21

Currently listening:
Fallen
By Evanescence
Release date: 04 March, 2003

4:15 PM

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Poem - Hey, Poet!

Hey, Poet!
1

Are you compelled to rhyme?
2

Do you rhyme all of the time, just to get shit off your mind?
3

Then, when the ink runs thin,
4

do you mark up your skin?
5

Then, do you get up on stage, simply to vent all that rage,
6

that's build up over years,
7

For which you have no more tears?
8

Hey, Poet!
9

Do you look down upon me, as I sit under a tree,
10

With just a stick in my hand, scratching hearts in the sand?
11

With no pen in my hand, am I dirt to you?
12

Because, I'm not up on stage, because I'm not filled with rage?
13

At least not rage you can see, though there is pain inside me - obviously.
14

Hey, Poet!
15

Do you look past me in a crowd, becuase I'm not very loud?
16

Because I don't hate my dad, because I'm close with my kin,
17

Is it because I was born with WHITE skin?
18

Am I not marginialized, not as oppressed as you've been?
19

Is that my ONLY sin?
20

Because, Poet....
21

I could LOVE you, if given the chance.
22

And, those hearts in the sand, I could trace them instead
23

in the palm of your hand...
24

But, I DO understand...
25

That's why I picked up this pen and scratched out this verse and, albeit my first,
26

I hope the point is clear as I hold back my first tears, and let go of my fears...
27

You can put down your pen now.
28

Currently listening:
Different Class
By Pulp
Release date: 27 February, 1996