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Helping [Apr. 8th, 2010|02:17 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[Current Location |United States, Ithaca, Sapsucker Woods Rd 214]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Radiohead - A Reminder]

I have a lot on my to-do list that I never get around to doing. Some of those things are things to do for others - things that would bring me satisfaction to check off my list. So in that sense it's for me as much as it is for them. I wish these people wouldn't refuse my help. But sometimes you have to use intuition to see beyond the words people say. This might lead to helping even if someone refuses.
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Take a Trip [Feb. 28th, 2008|03:43 am]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[Current Location |nerves]
[mood |restlessrestless]
[music |Interpol - Obstacle 2]

I really, really need a vacation.

I want to visit Tracy in Oregon. I'm a mess. There. I said it.
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D: [Feb. 28th, 2008|03:36 am]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[Current Location |Homefear]
[mood |coldcold]
[music |Tori Amos - Precious Things]

I need my best friend right now. I'm afraid that I'll cry just at the sight of him in person.

.......He always knows just what to say.
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Admitting I Have a Problem Is the First Step [Jan. 25th, 2008|05:14 am]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]
[music |Red Hot Chili Peppers - My Friends]

These days I have nothing driving me forward except for school and Follow Your Heart. I can't drive, and that admittedly changes a lot of things. True it may be that the community at the Heart functions for me in the place of a real family and makes me feel like I've finally found my niche. However warm it makes me feel to be there, my coworkers don't quite get me as completely as my friends do. I miss the feeling of totally being able to let go like a rampant shrieking madwoman while wearing some kind of outrageous headgear! I have no social life anymore, and I'm starting to feel the lack deepen with time.

......I miss my friends. I miss acceptance. I miss completion. I miss self-realization.
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Jenny's Mine [Jul. 8th, 2007|02:37 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[mood |gigglygiggly]
[music |Radiohead - Sit Down, Stand Up]

Found my ex-girlfriend again.

Haha. I fucked her. HAHAHAHAHAHA! But it was too short.
I want more, MORRRRRE!
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:D [May. 16th, 2007|01:15 am]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
I love when trust lets me make the necessary connection to surrender myself completely. I won't give total control to just anyone, but to someone who knows how to handle a woman like me with specific, yet tangible needs. Rawrrrrr.
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To Fletch: [May. 6th, 2007|11:18 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[music |Badmarsh and Shri - Soaring Beyond]

"My Best Friend"

I come to your house tired.
I wear your clothes,
I eat your food,
I forget my smoking items there,
But you still love me anyway.

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I Want a Girl Who Isn't a Complete Societal Slave... [May. 2nd, 2007|12:05 am]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
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[Current Location |Homefadeout]
[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Radiohead - Street Spirit]

"Some Imaginary Girl"

She flicks her cigarette
And a velvety lock of ebony sweeps down,
Covering mascaraed lashes.

Why do you wear makeup?

She smiles at me and I
Watch evening sunlight
Lick her golden, silken shoulders.

Where does your mind travel?

She won't kiss me again,
Not here, not now;
We're women.

Whose life are you living?

She's so much more than me
And so much less,
But I don't care; she's full of magic.

What are you afraid of?
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A Poem for Dean [May. 1st, 2007|10:57 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[Tags|, ]
[Current Location |Home]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Radiohead - No Surprises]

"Secret Selves Slowly Show"

Been on my mind
Your face was last in mine.

My heart in your arms,
Fill your criss-crossed palms.

I'm Father's snuggly suit and Mother's scorching coal -
Androgynous, ambiguous;
Enslaved to no role.

Don't underestimate;
I'll be anything, everything.
Watch me rise.

Let me kiss your nosetip, your instep,
Rest my temple against your knee, or
Cradle your head in creative depth.

Years of art have made you more observant than you were,
But sharp eye contact makes
You more transparent than you'd prefer.

I'll press your palm to my cheek
With closed eyes,
Kissing those fingers with a love to melt lies. <33333333

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Ah, Time... [Mar. 30th, 2007|07:45 pm]
* ¤ ☆ • . Willowshade . • ☆ ¤ *
[Current Location |Homeapathy]
[mood |apatheticshrug!]
[music |The Cure - Let's Go To Bed]

Heh... forgot I used to feel for you this much. You were my everything.

SlipNSlydSuicide: whell
SlipNSlydSuicide: sometimes i pretend things are the way they were
SlipNSlydSuicide: i pretend we're in love -- like back when i used to speak at your own mind's queue
SlipNSlydSuicide: the days when i stared beyond shelves of mountains cleaved by the freeway
SlipNSlydSuicide: and i didn't mind waiting
SlipNSlydSuicide: the days when we spoke of gravestone gray,
SlipNSlydSuicide: my heart sent up in whisper, "he'll be the death of you"
SlipNSlydSuicide: and i believed that your face would light up my eyelids on fading breath
SlipNSlydSuicide: key-in-lock surrender, i fell yours
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