I'll keep your hand like so, bound with wrapping
I'll risk the weeping seal...
and risk the crease that over time is sure to split your parchment skin beneath,
seeping still
but I don't care...
for your hand contained, can't be challenged.
and your hand folded, can't be questioned.

I believe you.
and I see... that wrapped this way
you are undeniable

To you, even when I speak in a cadence stolen from poets long dead,
I am beautiful
To you, even as my words are weak and withdrawn,
I am as I was before...
And even as my ego ascends angered by the small of heart,
you show me to be a beauty still

I wonder at this beauty
and I wonder at you...
for from your hand so bound, flowed the ink of a truth's beauty displayed
and wrapped this way, I see you... undeniable.
As the most beautiful I have ever known.

5/18/1998

Alessiana

edited for line break, duh

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Wrote that awhile ago? I like it.

this:

To you, even as my words are weak and withdrawn,
I am as I was before...
And even as my ego ascends angered by the small of heart,
you show me to be a beauty still


I love.


Nice to see you posting again, Aless.

Thank you for the kind remark. People rarely reply when I post a poem. Dunno why ::shrugs::

I lose shit. But I've been finding a bunch of stuff lately; I've been cleaning my room.



Only desperation would drive me to do such a thing. I'm trying to find the title on my car. I totaled it on 5/12. I went into a wicked hydroplane spin on I-95 during a downpour. My car was bent like a banana after flying through the median grass. I loved my car.

: (

I survived, but my car did not and I have to find the title so the insurance will pay.

What I'm finding in my room is pretty amazing. This at least was typed. The long hand pieces are whaaa? I have shitty handwriting.

I don't know why I posted. I suppose it is a companion piece to --I forget the title of that thing... I have it jotted on paper somewhere-- the club poem, which I'd posted here years ago when someone called me on my self righteous bullshit about art

!! pohims or it didn't happen !!

I got 'em. I can't vouch for them being any good but I got 'em. Oh yeah, I definitely got 'em. Scribbles and emails and text files and wordperfect 5.1 and sadly, AOL emails which I just happened to print, which makes me sad for those I did not. Not just mine but OTHER peoples poetry

And I'm still writing this stuff. God knows I just can't stop.

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It's the Internet, Aless. People sometimes reply, sometimes they don't. People come, and people go. Some come back, some don't.
[/Eeyore]


WOW! you were lucky about the crash! Count your blessings.
Glad you're finding things while looking for your title.


Funny thing, I thought I had stopped a creative outlet I once had, but I didn't. It merely transformed to a different medium. So it's in there waiting to get out, it just needs a conduit to do so. Art is cathartic, whether it's music, poetry, photography, etc.
So never stop!

Also, be careful out there on the roads.

Were these lines a reference to William Parchment (Parchy)?

May 1998...

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Don't mind washing machine (or whomever is in charge of the password to his account on any given day), Aless..

He's nothing but drama llama...

Yeah, Alessiana, px will protect you from the big bad GDers.

When I'm in a certain space, I need all the help I can get.

But I have no idea what this is about and I am hesitant to ask. Is everyone OK?

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px was somehow hurt about Reid's post in this thread so she assumed you were too. You know, because all woman think the same thing. And when px thinks people are being offensive she assumes it's an RM conspiracy and not just one person making a joke. Ya know, because she's sane.

Oh you mean sane like I am! : P~ No wonder I like her.

But the joke went over my head. There was a huge WHOOSH on the web as I perused the remark and my only reply could be 1998 ? ? ? lol.

HOWEVER, I am pleased that someone read the lines. So I'll take the joke I cannot get over not being read any day.

Weirdly, someone friended me on LJ and we have nothing in common. That doesn't happen on LJ. In my dream, I imagine it is about the poetry. In reality, I know it has to be someone I know from the web and their real interests (zq?) simply aren't reflected in the person's journal.

PS aren't you guys lucky I'm not spamming the hot guys thread or ... actually, I should spam the fashion thread since my spam has to do with fashion. BRB with spam in another post.

PPS I should be working. Don't tell.

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So the poem wasn't about parchy?

Who has your password today?