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April 12, 2005

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winter is my secret love

the poetry that used to clog my veins is no longer there, no longer running through this blood that’s thinning from too many cigarette’s but i am cutting down and maybe the lack of harmful ingredients has sent my muse packing. maybe because i am no longer destroying myself my muse thinks there is no reason to stick around but i want to scream that don’t you worry, there will always be something else that i am using to destroy myself. but otherwise the words drift quietly out from my fingertips, more spaces than letters and i wonder if those spaces are poetry in themselves.

i have been waking to cloudy skies and wet streets and falling asleep at three am to the sound of rain slamming against my window. i cannot wait for winter to completely dig her fingers into my backbone and hold me for three months or more. i am enjoying the gradual way she is letting me get my winter clothes out, day by day another piece and they smell musty and dank after being packed in suitcases all summer but that smell is reassuring. i am looking forward to the way my nose will become numb and the way he will undoubtably warm my hands and toes under doonas late at night. i am looking forward to sitting at my bay window with a hot cup of coffee and a notebook, because i swear my words will come back with winter. winter is my secret love, and he will just have to deal with coming second for a while.

the owner of this humble house has been staying in her little unit, which is attached to the side, for the past few nights. she looks sweet, with grey hair and neon multi-coloured clothes, but i know that underneath she’s darkness because i hear her at all times and we know what she’s been saying to the real estate. she’s been sneaking around underneath our house and last night, as i fell asleep i could hear her snoring on the other side of the wall. sometimes i wonder if this house is worth the trouble we are going through, but at the same time, i cannot go anywhere else. someday i will live wherever my heart takes me.

it is raining again and my hot water has boiled, so i think it is time for coffee and sitting on the front porch watching the sun set. xo;

miss me

April 13, 2005

i love winter too. i love that its COLD and u can find warmth in bed and sleep forever. I long for it to get really cold. xx

freckles.

I secretly adore winter, and April/May especially for the weather.

eve was framed

i think it’s impossible to hate winter

^^force of habit, i clicked sign. i love you kimmy and i miss speaking to you. know you’re always in the back of my mind! xx

i begin.

this reminds me of tori amos.xxx

i havent had time to do that lately =maybe tonight ill have a chance.<3333

(catalyst)

My words have escaped me lately as well, and I cannot stand the lack of a constant stream of poetry screaming from my fingertips. I love winter as well, but it is springtime on my side of the world, and I think I love that even more. The bright colors and scent of life hanging in the air. –Brittany–

forte

the poetry is still there, something that is part of your blood can’t get every go away.

*ever* Sometimes I think maybe I should just stop commenting entirely.;;

[silhouette]

your poetry will come back, love.it always does.i think sometimes our creativity needs to take a breakbut just when we think it’s gone for goodit returns more vibrant than ever. love you xxxx,

Luci

I’m glad it’s starting to get warmer out.not looking forward to the summer at all, though.

MDLN

i feel the exact same wayabout springluckily, im on the opposite side of the earthoh, beautyxx

October Boy

Winter has just finished and I’m oh-so glad. Hopefully Lady Muse will return to you and winter does.

little mercy.

April 14, 2005

snoring has to be one of my top ten pet peeves.

[morphine induced]

lay with me.

i was going to quote something you wrote and praise you but then i wanted to quote all your words, i knew if i came here you’d feed my hunger for words that seem to escape me and now i know they’ve come to you for reassurance that beauty is not dying… i love you, you make me want to tell you who i am because i am so sure you will understand nsi psyche.

Bohemian By Design

April 15, 2005

Sounds like i’m not the only one with a missing muse right now, So i can relate to that at least. oh and one other thing… Cut down on the cigarettes little lady! *frown* Thanks for the note kim, its been so long, too long. xoxoxoxo

she swore

I understand..My words haven’t had the slightest bit of beauty lately. It makes me want to cry.

.sway

April 16, 2005

the sun is so beautiful and full of colour.love,

bent sparkles

🙂 I love winter. I wish that’s what it was here. xox;

electra

April 17, 2005

even though winter is overi still seemed to be full of cold.perhaps it’s because of the self-destructive smoking and drinkingyou are gorgeous <33

winter has ended hereand i shed tears for the evolution processbut winter left just in time, i’d saybecause in retrospecti found myself drowning in the cold snowspitting up chunks of ice but not beforethey cut my heart yeswinter left just in time…