tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56004894760509210962024-03-13T21:00:08.371-07:00I NEED TO REMEMBER. I WANT TO FORGET.OR VICE VERSA. OR BOTH.
DOES IT MATTER?
I LOST YOU ONCE, AND I LOSE YOU ALL THE TIME NOW.
SO, I'M WRITING IT DOWN.
FOR YOU.
FOR ME.
FOR THE IDEA OF FOREVER.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-30922147920498233632010-11-08T17:37:00.000-08:002010-11-08T17:49:35.453-08:00THE WIND CHIME TREE<div style="text-align: center;">NINE YEARS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ONE WIND CHIME FOR EVER MOMENT MISSED.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I DIDN'T BOTHER COUNTING THEM THIS YEAR.<br />
<br />
I ALREADY KNOW.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-41186134867354825982010-10-28T23:59:00.000-07:002010-10-28T23:59:23.889-07:00KEEPSAKE<div style="text-align: center;">I FOUND IT TODAY.</div><div style="text-align: center;">IT WAS JUST... THERE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I HELD IT CLOSE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">KEPT IT IN MY POCKET.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SUCH A SIMPLE THING, REALLY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU HAD INSCRIBED ON THE BACK FOR ME?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>LOVE. ALWAYS AND FOREVER.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">MAYBE IN OUR NEXT LIVES.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-68458950150739627092010-09-30T18:06:00.000-07:002010-09-30T18:16:17.656-07:00EYES TELL ALL<div style="text-align: center;">SARAH FLIPS THROUGH AN OLD PHOTO ALBUM AND PAUSES<br />
ON A PICTURE OF YOU AND I.<br />
<br />
SHE SIGHS AND SAYS;<br />
"I WISH I COULD'VE KNOWN YOU BACK THEN. YOU KNOW, BEFORE-"<br />
<br />
AND I THINK, <i>I THINK, </i>I KNOW WHAT SHE IS GOING TO SAY. BEFORE<br />
YOU DIED, BEFORE MY WORLD CAME TUMBLING DOWN.<br />
<br />
BUT I WAS WRONG.<br />
<br />
SARAH SAYS, "BEFORE THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES FADED."<br />
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SHE TRACES MY EYES IN THE PICTURE AND LOOKS AT ME SADLY.<br />
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I GUESS I JUST NEVER REALIZED YOU COULD TELL I WAS BROKEN<br />
JUST BY LOOKING AT ME.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-38315586804096353292010-08-29T14:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T14:20:49.612-07:00THE PERFECT DAY<div style="text-align: center;">REMEMBER WHEN WE DROVE TO THAT EMPTY FIELD<br />
AND MADE LOVE ON AN OLD BLANKET?<br />
<br />
WE LAY THERE<br />
BARE-<br />
EXPOSED TO EACH OTHER,<br />
TO THE ELEMENTS,<br />
AND YOU REACHED OVER TO GRAB MY HAND<br />
QUIETLY SLIPPING A RING ON MY FINGER<br />
AND WHISPERING:<br />
<br />
"<i>forever, sweet girl?"</i><br />
<i><br />
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THAT, WAS THE PERFECT DAY.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-79614934249769061722010-08-28T18:49:00.000-07:002010-08-28T18:49:51.071-07:00FROM HIM TO ME<div style="text-align: center;">YOUR MOTHER FOUND A BOX IN YOUR OLD ROOM</div><div style="text-align: center;">WITH MY NAME ON IT.</div><div style="text-align: center;">INSIDE- </div><div style="text-align: center;">BITS AND PIECES OF OUR LIFE TOGETHER.</div><div style="text-align: center;">OUR LOVE,</div><div style="text-align: center;">OUR JOY,</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND A POEM YOU WROTE THAT YOU NEVER GAVE ME...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"we embrace</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>like the first two pieces of </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>a jigsaw puzzle</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>whose arms and legs it seem </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>reach into one another</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and interlock so</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>that there is not even the tiniest breath of space</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>that would make you doubt it was me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and not one of the other 498</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>who compliment you so</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and make sense of your shapes and colors"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">DO YOU SEE?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> NOW, MY WORLD IS SENSELESS.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-42765588698337893762010-08-27T16:27:00.000-07:002010-08-27T16:27:26.383-07:00WINTER<div style="text-align: center;">WE USED TO TAKE LONG WALKS</div><div style="text-align: center;">TO WATCH THE SNOW FALL EACH MORNING</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND THE STARS FALL EACH NIGHT.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT WITHOUT YOU-</div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM MUCH TOO TIRED TO WALK HALFWAY THERE EACH MORNING,</div><div style="text-align: center;">OR TAKE THE LONG ROAD HOME EACH NIGHT.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-11690771088906025922010-08-26T14:34:00.000-07:002010-08-26T14:34:58.307-07:00FALL AND FADE<div style="text-align: center;">YOU ARE WITH ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">ALWAYS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU ARE WITH ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I AM WITHOUT.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-FALL AND FADE-</div><div style="text-align: center;">FALL AND FADE</div><div style="text-align: center;">TO BLACK.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I HATE THEM-</div><div style="text-align: center;">WANT TO HATE THEM:</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE HAPPY COUPLES,</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE ROMANTIC MOVIES,</div><div style="text-align: center;">LONG WALKS,</div><div style="text-align: center;">STOLEN KISSES,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SEPARATION.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I BURN THE WORDS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">BURN THEM ALL. BURN</div><div style="text-align: center;">UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT AIR AND ASH.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">BOTH WILL FALL AND FADE</div><div style="text-align: center;">WITH ME.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-21744738613580323272010-08-25T01:07:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:27:42.154-07:00THE WRITING ON THE WALL<div style="text-align: center;">I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE CLOUDS,</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT THE SUN CLEARED IT AWAY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND,</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT THE TIDE CARRIED IT TO SEA.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHERE IT WILL STAY<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>FOREVER.</i></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-3926682211185679452010-08-24T13:51:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:18:43.110-07:00THE END<div style="text-align: center;">YOU ONCE ASKED ME HOW IT ALL ENDS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU PONDER THE INEVITABLE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'VE LIVED IT.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I TELL YOU IT ENDS WITH GOODBYE, OF COURSE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A LITTLE WHITE LIE. A GIFT OF HOPE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">OR MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, IT ENDS WITH BEAUTY. <br />
<i>NOT WITH A WHIMPER BUT WITH A BANG</i><br />
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PERHAPS, WITH A SIMPLE DREAM. PERHAPS?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>GOODNIGHT, SWEET GIRL.</i></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-10653130261087058212010-08-14T10:20:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:13:54.049-07:00SCHEDULING ERROR<div style="text-align: center;">MOST DAYS I MANAGE</div><div style="text-align: center;">TO KEEP MYSELF BUSY,<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">TO NOT THINK TOO MUCH.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT TODAY I MISS THE WAY YOU KISSED ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">TOUCHED ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> LOVED ME.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-25775153034949773202010-08-13T11:20:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:11:28.211-07:00CHANGES<div style="text-align: center;">YOU CHANGED ME, YOU KNOW?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">GAVE ME NEW WORDS WITH EACH TOUCH.</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I KNOW,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I <i>KNOW-</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">THAT THERE IS STILL A PLACE WHERE I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHERE EVERYTHING IS FELICITY</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND ECSTASY</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND ELABORATELY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">OURS.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-47906930208878484512010-08-12T10:06:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:09:32.876-07:00TRANSFORMATIONS<div style="text-align: center;">I HAD THIS TEACHER, TENTH GRADE ART, I THINK, WHO SWORE SHE WAS A BUTTERFLY IN A PAST LIFE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">CRAZY, RIGHT?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I THOUGHT SO TO, UNTIL I MET A MAN WALKING DOWN FIRST STREET WHO TOLD ME HE WAS A FUCKING CATERPILLAR, JUST WAITING TO TRANSFORM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">COINCIDENCE?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I DUNNO, MAN. SARA, YOU REMEMBER SARA, THE SKINNY BITCH FROM THE TWENTY-FOUR HOUR DINER ON BEALE AND WASHINGTON. ANYWAY, SARA ALWAYS SAID THERE WERE NO COINCIDENCES. SHE CALLED HERSELF A BYSTANDER, REMEMBER? SHE ALWAYS LISTENED TO US RAMBLE, TOOK NOTES WITH HER EYES. SARA WAS ALWAYS THE POET I WISHED I COULD BE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ANYHOW, TRANSFORMATIONS. LAST AUGUST I HAD THIS DREAM. NO SCRATCH THAT. NOT A DREAM. A REVELATION. AN EPIPHANY. AND YOU WERE THERE, TRANSFORMED, CAUSE ONCE YOU DIE YOU'RE NEVER THE SAME. AND I WAS THERE, AND MY HEART WASN'T BROKEN AND NOTHING WAS BROKEN AND YOUR LOVE REMAINED FIXED AND NEVER STUMBLED AND THE LIGHT WAS MIDNIGHT BLUE AND THE MUSIC WAS SOMETHING SWEET BECAUSE LOVE IS THE WINTER MOON AND DREAMS MAKE UP SEVENTY-THREE PERCENT OF THE EARTH.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I TOLD SARA, OVER TOO MUCH CAFFEINE AND TOO MANY CIGARETTES THAT THEY (YOU KNOW THEY, THEM, THE DREAMS ETC.) STOPPED MAKING SENSE AFTER YOU DIED. THE DREAMS I DREAMED ON THOSE MIDNIGHT BLUE DAYS - SHIT, THEY BELONG TO THE MOTHER STAR.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">REMEMBER, THE ONE THAT FELL THE DAY WE WERE BORN. I MEAN, <i>REALLY</i> BORN. AND SARA SMILED BECAUSE SHE KNEW THIS AS WE ALL DO WHEN THE CHOICES ARE NO LONGER OURS. SHE SMILED AND SIGHED BECAUSE I WAS ONCE HER AND WE KNEW THE WAY THE WORLD WORKED. SHE SIGHED AND YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID? SHE SAID:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>i've seen this city sleep - or never sleep - and wake(?)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>in the cruel hours just before dawn. it's soft machinery</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>slowly whirring, slowly starting, slowly whispering:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they've forgotten the truth here.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">AFTER YOU DIED, I COULD HEAR IT. IT'S INSIDES BEGGING TO REMIND US. IT'S GUTS YEARNING TO SPILL OVER. INFECT. DESTROY. START AGAIN.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SOMETIMES THE TRUTH IS BURIED SO DEEP NOT EVEN THE EARTH REMEMBER THE ORIGINAL LIE. UNTIL IT'S FORCED TO SCREAM. AND EVEN THE MOTHER STAR CRIES.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">MY POINT IS THIS: IT'S ALL A TRANSFORMATION. EVERYTHING. LIFE. DEATH. LOVE. WELL, ESPECIALLY LOVE. WHAT DID I SAY?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I SAID THE FIRE'S BURNING AND THE CITY SLEEPS. I SAID WE DON'T DREAM HERE AND NOBODY DREAMS HERE AND THE WALLS THAT KEEP THE <i>REAL YOU</i> SAFE, WELL SARA OR SOMEONE LIKE HER BREAKS THEM DOWN. BURNING WITHOUT COINCIDENCE. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I SAID SPRING IN ASTORIA. AND THE EARTH STOPPED SCREAMING AND THE MOTHER STAR IS REBORN AND SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING ALMOST BEAUTIFUL, <i>ALMOST FUCKING BEAUTIFUL</i>, IS BORN. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I SAID EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON BECAUSE DREAMS MAKE UP SEVENTY-THREE PERCENT OF THE EARTH.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I SAID SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I SAID SOUL-MATES.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I MEANT IT.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-77998835121319830182010-08-11T10:18:00.000-07:002010-08-25T04:02:03.624-07:00PARTING WORDS<div style="text-align: center;">THE FIRST TIME I MET YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE LAST TIME I SPOKE TO YOU,</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOU SAID THE SAME THING:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">IF ONLY THAT WERE TRUE.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-4406541140957954552010-08-10T13:22:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:57:51.782-07:00GUILT<div style="text-align: center;">THE MAN THAT KILLED YOU HAD A DAUGHTER.</div><div style="text-align: center;">SHE'S PROBABLY A TEENAGER BY NOW.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I NEVER LEARNED HER NAME.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT I WONDER IF SHE CARRIES HER FATHER'S GUILT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE WAY I CARRY MINE.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-34050165321750145192010-08-10T09:23:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:56:08.531-07:00SANTA MONICA<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">DO YOU REMEMBER THE PIER</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">THAT I TOLD YOU REMINDED ME OF POETRY?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">IT'S STILL THERE, OF COURSE.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">EXCEPT NOW, I CAN HEAR THE NOISELESS SECRETS</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">WHISPERING IN THE NIGHT WIND.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MOST OF THEM SAYING:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME.</span></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">IF ONLY YOU STILL COULD.</span></span></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-13870544044982005062010-08-09T00:17:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:53:54.813-07:00YELLOW TULIPS<div style="text-align: center;">A COUPLE OF MONTHS AFTER YOU WERE GONE,</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOUR MOM DUG UP ALL THE YELLOW TULIPS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">REPLACED THEM WITH FORGET-ME-NOTS.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHEN YOUR SISTER ASKED WHY, I TOLD HER:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"THE TULIPS STOPPED GROWING WHEN YOU LEFT."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SHE UNDERSTOOD.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-74318167924753190632010-08-08T18:14:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:51:53.562-07:00SUNDAY MORNINGS<div style="text-align: center;">TODAY I WOKE UP AND MISSED</div><div style="text-align: center;">SUNDAY MORNING CROSSWORDS</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND </div><div style="text-align: center;">BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">NAKED, SLEEPY DAYS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">THAT'S WHAT WE CALLED THEM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SUNDAY WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-19190424961414439852010-08-07T00:36:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:48:00.400-07:00YOUR BALLERINA<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">YOU ALWAYS ARRIVED TEN MINUTES EARLY TO PICK ME UP FROM BALLET.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">AND YES, I ALWAYS NOTICED.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">HOW COULD I NOT, WHEN YOU STARED AT ME LIKE I WAS THE MUSIC.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LIKE I WAS <i>LOVE.</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I DON'T THINK I EVER GOT THE CHANCE TO TELL YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL THAT MADE ME FEEL.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">YOU USED TO TALK IN YOUR SLEEP.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">IN FACT, YOU ONCE HAD AN ENTIRE CONVERSATION,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">USING THE MOST BRILLIANT BRITISH ACCENT,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">ABOUT POKEMON AND THE JAGUAR XJ6.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I STILL SMILE THINKING ABOUT IT.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">AND I STILL HAVE THE LITTLE PIKACHU DOLL </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I NEVER GOT TO GIVE YOU FOR CHRISTMAS THAT LAST YEAR.</span></div></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600489476050921096.post-70923159310261163402010-08-05T11:57:00.000-07:002010-08-25T03:37:55.313-07:00YOU'RE GONE NOW, BUT...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">TODAY, FOR THE SMALLEST FRACTION OF TIME, ONE FRACTION, ONE MILLION FRACTURES, ONE GHOSTLY IMAGE. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">YOUR WORK BOOTS IN THE ENTRY WAY. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">WHERE YOU LEFT THEM EACH NIGHT WHEN YOU CAME HOME.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">THEY HAVEN'T BEEN THERE IN YEARS, I KNOW.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">THEY SHOULD STILL BE THERE NOW,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">WOULD STILL BE THERE NOW...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">BUT THERE WAS </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">TOO</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">MUCH </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">BLOOD.</span></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17855395238415317597noreply@blogger.com2