CMP 104

To create a wiki page I used google since i had an account with them. I easily set it up, however I seem to have made my page stuck on a "school" theme that I cannot change. To create this blog, I simply signed up with blogger years ago and returned to it now. These processes aren't hard, the hardest part is choosing which internet source (blogger, xanga, tumblr) to do this on. Same goes for wiki, with some simple googling one can find multiple sites to create wikis on.

Progression of the Soul

    When I was five I was the child who captured worms and snakes, because I wanted to move like them. Still to this day I wish to move gracefully and break free of the restrictions that some call bones. I wish to move like the ocean, to caress with more than just my hands, and to feel with more than fingertips; but mostly I long to love with more than my heart. At five I was the lover who wanted to become everything. I longed to thrive outside my worldly limitations.
    I was five when I broke my first bone and learned how to be reckless with ambition and understanding. I learned that life can hurt, but it could also heal if given the opportunity. I was 18 when I realized: I am the child who never grew up.

Camel No. 9

It’s the way you lounge

While a cigarette casually hangs from your lips
That I like.

It’s the way your lips form a smirk,
The edges curling with the smoke.
Laughter and gray exhale on your face,
They make your eyes look greener.
You almost make smoking look cool.
And I kind of like that.

Seasick

“Love,” the boy said,

“Comes like waves in my life.”

I stayed silent because doesn’t love come like that to us all?

A wave comes in, crashes down and stirs us around.

It awakens the senses.

It stays for a moment and retreats back more timidly than it came.

The boy and I sat motionless on our deck,

We watched love roll in on the coast.

If he was like me
Each wave came with a name, lingered with a smile and left too soon-

Back to where it belonged,

To live and thrive in the ocean.

The man next to me grasped my hand.

A wave came crashing.

G is for Your Eyes

When I think about your face
I see color.

Since you've been coming around my way
I live in vibrant blues, reds, and greens.
Your greens.
You put the grass to shame.

The same grass we fell asleep in,
Each blade wrapped us around like individual lovers
Caressing on a cold night.
I just wanted to spend some time with you.

Linda Marie

For once I’m going to tell the truth to my mother,
And how I call her Linda.
Stone cold with a period after her name
Even if it’s in the middle of a sentence.

I will tell her how I hate her,
And wish I could be from my father completely,
Because I will
Never
Have to call him Dennis.

I will tell her the calls I ignore
Are not because I’m napping
But because I can’t stand the chit chat I’d make with a telemarketer,
To have to speak it with my “Mother”.

I will tell her how my home feels warm again
Since she left.
How I will never miss her sleeping though
Every
Important moment in my life.

I will tell her I don’t miss her,
Because you can’t miss what you never wanted.
I will tell her I call her Linda.

Excuse me sir.

I look for you in a wide room
But I cannot find you.

Stranger-
Tell me your name,
Show me your body,
Read me the poem of you.