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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Without Title
(Maire Bitter, 17July05)

i am a book you read
secret and steady
aimless but timeless
without title
without intention
can you understand me at all?
when you begin a page
you start to trace me
my soul then trembles
because you see
because i let you
little accidents you cause me
but then again, you sink
in my story, deep
harmless, this you thought
at first, stillness
at first, perfection
and then there was reality
close this one book now
leave the pages unturned
before i finally punctuate
before you see
before you completely see
that you just made up
everything you have read...

... extra+rice || 8:29 PM

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Name<||>-em tan-
Age<||>-17-
Loves<||>-music-
Hates<||>-school-
Rants?<||>-a lot-
Daddy's Girl?<||>-_-
Alone?<||>-ALWAYS-
Heartbroken?<||>-nah!-
In Love?<||>-hehe-
LOST?<||>-FOREVER-

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Because You Are
by Maire Bitter

therefore i
mimic ragdolls
ancient in your trunk, asleep
dust stubbornly
gets caught in my eye
bringing me to life
i dance around, mindless,
to begin my execution
you speak of time
how slow, how fast
how cruel it really is
i try to execute my heart
along with my mind
then you save me
from myself

therefore i
stand at hallways
and stick my back
to the walls
shadows giving punches in the dark
only in my mind
you say just the right words to begin my execution
you speak of pick-up car dreams
history and rock concerts
you execute my heart
along with my mind
i am entirely consumed

therefore i
pray myself to sleep
forgetting my "Amen"
paper cranes fall
from my ceiling
to my face, one by one
i fail to pick them up and begin his execution
i forget bloody kisses
whispers
and ringing doorbells
you execute my heart
along with my mind
i punch
faceless shadows back

therefore i
drink raindrops
as i swallow tears
fat, bare, cold
words raining, ranting
to reveal to you
my shallow mind
i hope it floods you mad
to begin your execution
i speak of band names
twister dreams
and rock concerts as well

i try to execute your heart and mind but still
because you are immortal
i fail
and end up
surrendering mine

I Don't Want To Wait
by Paula Cole

so open up your
morning light
and say a little
pray'r for i
you know that
if we are
to stay alive
and see the peace in every eye

she had two babies
one was six months
one was three
in the war of '44
every telephone ring
every heartbeat stinging
when she found it was
God calling her
oh would her son grow
to know his father

i don't want to wait
for our lives
to be over
i want to know
right now
what will it be
i don't want to wait
for our lives
to be over
will it be yes
or will it be
... sorry

he showed up all wet
on the rainy front step
wearing shrapnel in his skin
and the war he saw
lives inside him still
it's so hard to be
gentle and warm
the years passed by and now
he has granddaughters

i don't want to wait
for our lives
to be over
i want to know
right now
what will it be
i don't want to wait
for our lives
to be over
will it be yes
or will it be
... sorry
oh so you look at me
from across the room
you're wearing
your anguish again
believe me
i know the feeling
it sucks you
into the jaws of anger
oh, so breathe a little
more deeply my love
all we have is
this very moment
and i don't want to do
what his father
and his father
and his father did
i want to be here now

so open up your
morning light
and say a little
pray'r for i
you know that
if we are
to stay alive
and see the love in every eye