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Monday, September 29, 2003
My buddy profile on AIM, why not, why not.
Mood: Relaxed
Music: Radiohead-Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was
Well, I do not know how many people have actually looked, but recently I made this random poem in my AIM signature. The idea is stolen from APC's name...and I just made it up almost as something that was just instantenous. But really...I'm more or less like that. My best poems come like that. So I think what the heck, I'll post it in here for no reason; so here you are. Yay.
A perfect circle is your eye.
A perfect circle is the earth
as it spins in the stage of space.
A perfect circle
is ceasing to relate.
I hold you in my open arms
We row the boat that is our love
into the halo that is our red lips.
Kissing is like holding your hand
and feeling it in all we have.
Sorry to pull down your halo
to the tainted ground with its soil
but we have nothing here
but what we build.
Sorry to pull your halo down
and shake you in my arms
as I violate you and wrench your name
but we have nothing here
but what we build.
Sorry that I have a heart
that is full of bleeding blood
being bled to combat my love.
Even when we feel this close
we feel so far.
We sit here and dig for the perfect circle
that we should have.
But a perfect circle
is ceasing to relate.
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