All who wander, are not lost...

I wander,
but am not lost
among words,
among small people with hairy feet,
or his coffee-stained smiles.
I spin in gothic-hippie-sheik;
found in a neon swirl of peace love and happiness.
I grasp my own meaning
in foreign languages;
to curse, love, or sing at you, for you, to you.
I am not lost
among men in skirts,
making the music
I would sweat to
as a small child
in my mother's house.
My father's kitchen;
the smell of his masterpiece
mingling with the dirt and grass
under my toes
as I try to reconnect
with my own history
through blood memory
and her words.
I so desperately want to believe
that I will find myself alone;
find myself under his sheets;
find myself reflected by the splashes of emotion
that so obviously mean something cryptic;
find myself smiling
inside-out, but not upside-down.
Five points in a circle don't scare me,
but, my friend, you invert them,
flipping nature,
and that does worry me.
I trust you,
so perhaps I could be lost,
but I doubt it:
I know my way
through this oak grove
and can pick and choose my path
like you pick and choose your outfits.
I discard mine on the floor,
and you can't get through to my bed;
you won't read the writing on the walls
because it takes too much time,
but it is the Rosetta Stone
to keep you
from getting lost
in me


NOTE: The 'you' in this poem refers to different people at different times.

B. S.

I like the dynamic tension
of your voice on my words,
even more intimate
than you lips dusting my shoulders
with crisp, minty kisses,
because I wouldn't let just anyone do it.
You voice stumbles occasionally,
like hesitant fingers
trembling their way
across shivering skin.
Except that you never hesitate.
You said you had enough confidence
for me to borrow some,
so I will:
I'm not afraid to admit
that I'll really miss you.
I'm going to stop
before I start sounding Bryan-esque,
but know that I'll remember you in German,
and a baseball-field blue sky.

"Never care more about a guy
than he does about you,"
my mum says.
"You're nothing in moderation,"
my sister says.
I say
my arm hurts
and my knuckles are red
from beating the room
for my losses.
I say
my fingers are ragged and sharp
from constantly biting the swollen skin
around rough nails.
I say
I can almost smell Benstock
in the humid air,
little hints teasing my eyes
into looking for him again.
I wonder if my words mean
anything.

Sitting on my bed at 1am, wishing I was back where I belong...

I wanted to stay in the car
for as long as physically possible,
because it seemed like my last real link
to the perfect world,
to the place I never wanted to leave.
Leaving.
It's like a fairytale in reverse --
changing from something beautiful and individual
into something strange and laughable.
I feel myself growing smaller, plainer, wider
as the magic of our words fades away
and I'm left with a faint scent of dorm,
living group meetings,
and so much ink on so much paper.
I want to go home.

I figured, "What the hell, a picture's worth a thousand words, right?"

It seems like he was more beautiful back then. Maybe because he was more beautiful inside. Less tainted, less selfish, more of the innocent dorky boy who was so self-conscious.
She shuffles through the old pictures and wonders what happened. Wonders why she still cares.

   She reads it. Then she reads it again. Accusations. Accounts of her thievery. Apparently, he has decided that there actually was something there to steal. She snorts, furious, and yet cynically amused. She took nothing that wasn't offered. Did nothing that wasn't desired. It's not as though it's something she particularly enjoys doing.
   But now...she looks over the lyrics again. What was it that she did? Ahh yes, here it is: "I gave you my purity, my purity you stole." Purity. He who claimed to be oh-so far from innocent now has purity, or had it, until she stole it. "I'm just an effigy to be disgraced, to be defaced." Poor vestal saint, raped by that seductive, used-up whore.
   Disgusted with him, she closes the page, and thinks, "Ever the same. Always, always it is my fault."

And here's one for a cry...(WARNING: DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER!)

"From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.

"After all this time?"

"Always," said Snape."

Here's one for a giggle...

[Saturnelf]'s playlist survey...

Rules:
1.) Put your mp3/ipod/playlist on shuffle
2.) Use the song titles to answer the questions
3.) You have to use the song title NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT IS!


1.) You love-life could be described as...
Title: Last Resort
Artist: Papa Roach
Comments: yeah, if today was opposite day ;)

2.) What you scream during sex
Title: Dead Souls
Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Comments: creepy much? hmm.....maybe if i did someone in a graveyard.....hott.


3.) Your feelings on your ex...
Title: Whats Your Name
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Comments: *dies laughing* Ahahahahaha! Oh god I'm crying!

4.) How do you view sex?
Title: Photograph
Artist: Nickelback
Comments: XXXDDDD I view sex like porn: through a gallery of photos.

"Look at this photograph, everytime I know it makes me laugh.

How did our eyes get so red? And What the hell is on Joey's head?" XXXDDDD AHAHAHAHA!

5.) What you mutter in the morning...
Title: Shadow of a Man
Artist: Mudvayne
Comments: strangely, in a sublime sense, I used to get up in the mirror and analyze my life and myself through the mirror so I guess this fits :/

6.) What would you say after beating someone up?
Title: Ace of Spades
Artist: Motorhead
Comments: You gambled and lost my friend....

7.) In jail, this would be you...
Title: The Foetus of a New Day Kicking
Artist: Cradle of Filth
Comments: XXXDDD AHAHAAHAHAHA!

8.) You fantasize about...
Title: The Antichrist
Artist: Slayer
Comments: XXXDDDD HAHAHA! These are hilarious! But yes I fantasize about myself all the time.

;)

9.) You would describe yourself as...
Title: 1996
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Comments: Oh yeah, thats me. If any of you knew what this song was about, you would probably lynch and burn me.


10.) Last words you'd ever say would be...
Title: Present Tense
Artist: Pearl Jam
Comments: Awwww.....maybe to my son.


11.) Your thoughts while being raped by a bunny rabbit...
Title: Special Fred
Artist: Stephen Lynch
Comments: XXXXXDDDD OMG OMG OMG! AHAHAHAHA! (I threw up a little on this one)

12.) When you're turned on, this happens...
Title: Ladies, and Gentlemen
Artist: Saliva
Comments: XXXDDDD OMG!!!!! HOLY SHIT! OH MY SWEET JESUS! I want to type every single word of that song! omg omg omg! Holy shit! I"m listening to the song and every line in it can be tied to me getting a hard on. XXXDDD I'm crying oh shit I"m crying.


13.) Song they'll play at your funeral
Title: Cuntry Boner
Artist: Puscifer
Comments: A 'Legacy' of my 'accomplishments' lmao Every jaw would drop if all of a sudden I played this at my wake.


14.) If you were an assassin, you'd say this to all your victims before killing them:
Title: No More Sorrow
Artist: Linkin Park
Comments: not for you there isn't.


15.) Your life's goal...
Title: Hellraiser
Artist: Ozzy
Comments: damned straight!

16.) When you fall in love for the last time, it will be
Title: Another One Bites The Dust
Artist: Queen
Comments: lmao XXXDDD

17.) When you see naked people, you think...
Title: Light Up The Sky
Artist: Yellowcard
Comments: Light up the sky with your moons! XD

18.) Tonight, you will have
Title: To End The Rapture
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Comments: kick ass

19.) When you're drunk, you say
Title: Hump De Bump
Artist: Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Comments: lol cuz yeah i hump anything when im drunk :/

20.) What you want all the people reading this bulletin to remember
Title: The Hands of Small Children
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Comments: Because they belong to me now muahahahaha

Remembering Our Salad Days

I wiped my tears away,
closed my eyes and
fell into your smile,
silhouetted in a picture-perfect sunset.
I ran laughing over beaches
holding your hand and
chasing birds into the air.
I leaned against you
as you drew pictures onto my skin
and chuckled stories into my ears,
stories from your simple times.
I watched you, absorbing everything
about you while you slept,
hoping I would never forget
the moment, or the way you snored.
I smiled, and all my dimples showed,
when you knew the answer
to the simple, important question:
"What's my favorite part?"
I couldn't help laughing with pleased surprise
that such a huge bag of Sour Patch Kids existed,
and that you would find it for me.
I never knew The Beatles could sound as good
as they did when we were Across the Universe
together on our couch in the living room.
I fulfilled a fantasy, with you in my arms:
reading Whitman until you fell asleep,
then reading the poetry on your skin
until you woke up, embarrassed over nothing.
Your smile closed like a door,
and I fell out, then opened my eyes,
and found them full of tears once again.

It has occurred to her that this is not good for her. Sort of in the same way that putting out cigarettes on her arms isn't good for her. It's just that rush she gets in her stomach -- nausea and a bitter twist that makes her smile, that keeps her coming back for more.

Autumn emotion, Summer scent.

A breath of summer brings back
bare feet running through dark, wet grass,
dew-wet feet smacking disapproving pavement
on their way to
tip-toeing up wooden stairs;
hanging liquid and restless off a bed;
everything I thought I ever wanted.

"Well, this is a magical necklace," she told the child, holding up the crystal moon. "It's from a city far away that floats on the water, where the people have to ride boats everywhere they go. I'll take you there someday."
"What does it do?" the little girl asked.
"It holds all of my happy memories. That's why it sparkles and changes so many different colors. Those specks of light it reflects are the most beautiful moments in my life catching the sun."
"Who gave it to you?"
She paused, frozen momentarily. Then she smiled sadly. "An angel who never knew he had wings."

[bored as a mammajamma]

RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5.Put this on your journal.

1.If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
Everything You Want -- Vertical Horizon

2.How would you describe yourself?
Amber -- 311

3.What do you like in a boy?
Stay With You -- The Goo Goo Dolls

4.How do you feel today?
No Air -- Jordin Sparks

5.What is your life's purpose?
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger -- Daft Punk

6.What is your motto?
Hemorrhage -- Fuel

7.What do your friends think of you?
Read My Mind -- The Killers

8.What do you think of your parents?
Let It Die -- The Foo Fighters

9.What do you think about very often?
Slide -- The Goo Goo Dolls

10.What is 2 + 2?
I Wanna -- John Mayer

11.What do you think of your best friend?
Believe -- The Bravery

12.What do you think of the person you like?
Time to Pretend -- MGMT

13.What is your life story?
Fell on Black Days -- Soundgarden

14.What do you want to be when you grow up?
This Time -- Jonathan Rhys Meyers

15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Schism -- Tool

16.What will you dance to at your wedding?
The Greatest View -- Silverchair

17.What will they play at your funeral?
Turn the Page -- Bob Seger

18.What is your hobby/interest?
Moondance -- Van Morrison

19.What is your biggest fear?
Waiting on an Angel -- Ben Harper

20.What is your biggest secret?
Smile Like You Mean It -- The Killers

21.What do you think of your friends?
Good Time -- Counting Crows

22.What will you post this as?
On Call -- Kings of Leon

She leans against the pile of blankets on her bed, knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around herself. As her eyes stare blankly at the postered wall, all the memories flash behind them.

"Your eyes look like Rainbow Fish."

"He said he's known her for a long time. That they just have a really good connection."

"I'm really happy, actually."
"So I've heard."