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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
All about a moment in time

Submitted: November 09, 2007

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Submitted: November 09, 2007

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I traipsed through a frigid moment.  Unraveled a thought, began to feel tense.  Then...now I'm lost, finished desire.  Drained of the urge to find creativity in a mind so jammed full of reality.  I sense a moment approaching.I will maintain my poor posture and need for acceptance.I may even cry an overdried tear but I will find creativity in my excuse to cry on.  I crave distinction, identity.  Proper form.  Less mistakes, more perfection.I like sparkles, neat writing, the smell of a mans cologne.  I crave coffee, cigarettes, homemade cookies.  I want to have perfect skin without moisturizing, soft flowing herbal essance scented hair.  I can make myself well-up with the thought of losing a loved one.  I get loud and excited over good conversation, stutter when Im scared.I can see art, I can't create it.  I dream of children, a pool, wine by candlelight in mid-summer, the look of desire from someone I love, the passing jawdrop of  a stranger.  I believe in heaven.  I hate undercooked eggs, cold dinners, cooked carrots.  I search for comedy on the radio while Im driving, jokes lift my spirit.  I loose sleep over hurting someones feelings, read a book a paragraph a day so I dont finish the story too fast and have to feel that emptiness when its over.  I like to know everything.I love red wine, white wine, rum, bubblegum.  I can spend hours in a drug store or supermarket, just searching, browsing.I spend too much money on cigarettes.  I spend no money on pedicures, or massages.  I hate tripping when Im in public.  I can spend just as much time reading cards in Halmark and others do in museums. Roadtrips give me time to think and discover myself.  Babies make me ache for all the horrible things in the world to go away.  I wish I had saved every movie stub from every movie I have ever been to.  Flowers make me happy.  Chocolate makes me happy. Crying makes me stable.  I miss my home. I search the internet for places in the world to discover.  I have a spelling dictonary next to my bed beside my two alarm clocks.  Im paranoid to sleep in, I have trouble adjusting to different schedules.I would eat a whole bag of sour keys if it didnt hurt my tummy. This is some of me.  This is who I will always be.

Tiffany


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