the "largest" Organ

So, you wrench out your heart &
-hand it over on a platter-

~it thumps & seeths~
...beating.boiling...

Beautiful in Spots
but Bruised n Bleeding

a sWelling Impulse aRises to cRush it
{{{SQUASH IT WHOLE!!!}}}

Pound it into the Pavement
& kick it to the curb-

(((you Panic)))
at your drastic reAction
(who wouldn't, really?)

~~~so, to protect yourSelf
you took it back & swallowed it Whole.

***

it got stuck in her throat,
so now every time she talks she only speaks of love

they laugh in her face,
so she's resorted to writing letters...

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aMuse(la)ment: Ch. 1

She used to gaze up at the moon in her backyard at night, the smell of lily bells strong as she stood under her bedroom window and looked wildly at the sky, moving only to run swiftly into the house, scrabbling for a pen and paper to catch the words that had wisped away by the time she was prepared to record them in solid form. She set off to find herSelf and when she turned to look back she got lost. She let too many people In, so she built walls instead to shut them Out. (she was more effective than intended.) After school was done she realized she didn't know What to Do when not being Directed. When she wrote on unlined paper the sentences started off straight but quickly turned Sideways until the letters slanted from the bottom Left to the upper Right.

~~~

They walked with Constant Companions, like a shadowy cloud. They didn't believe in ghosts, but they knew what it meant to be haunted. They wanted to recover, but they didn't know how to Let Go. They hid in their caverns of ice and screamed (inside) as they wept tears of blood & fire. They punished themselves just to feel a different sort of Pain. They longed to escape, or be set Free, but... they didn't have the means.

...

He jolted something Loose. He lit the Spark and it spread like wildfire. He wasn't sure if he liked the heat, so he stepped back and broke into a cold sweat. He fanned the flames instinctively; he'd always liked Fire. It was pretty and fun to play with. The fact that it was destructive made it all the more intriguing...



(he loved candles, but only because they are Romantic.) :: sshhh::



===


We considered our Destiny, and where to find it, and how to recognize it. We changed our beds for books & bags. We could fit our Universe into a suitcase (yes towel too) and go Anywhere at a moments notice. We wanted to absorb every detail along the way. We spun around and met in the Middle. Truth be told, we were all a bit Dizzy and Full of the Future....

???

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aMuse(la)ment: Intro

I will be posting chapters of a new idea i've been thinking along. For now we will throw it under the category of a Creative Non-Fiction short story. All segments are based upon real people. HOWEVER each section is a conglomorate of AT LEAST two people that i know, so none of these "characters" are based on or directed to any ONE person. it IS based on and dedicated to many & all of you. :) xoxo ~sarah

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October Twilight

as the air grows colder and the light fades
i slip further into the character ive -Created-

the more i recede the more i unfold,
hiding my thoughts but revealing my ~Desires~

restlessly pacing the *starlit* sidewalks
and longing for someone to share
the ^beauty of the air^ with...

but being haunted by the ghosts of those
who've come & gone before me.

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Brain Wax (*)

The sore on my sleeve
bleeds ink and proclaims Truth
while the scab on my knee
reminds me of how
human I can be.
I lost my identity
through my own stupidity
two days later it was
mailed back
but all my investments were gone.
"Your Tattoo was
in my dream last night..."
why does THAT
turn me on?
I take Photos
to capture every detail
like a Journalist to
the poetry of
everyday life...
I have a Picture
of the one who
Knocked me Senseless
lying in wait in my camera.
I developed my last roll and
realized I didn't take pictures
the night of the party when
I met you
but I remember
exactly what you look like
Different Exposure
and you remind
me of some
thing...?
Another friend
used to work at the Wax Museum
so he took pictures with various celebrities
they're chillin with Samuel L. Jackson
you can even be the fifth Spice Girl
Brad Pitt's figure has long hair now
and I wonder how many
minds have melted for
this body of wax...
I used to melt
Crayons on the radiator
at school when I was bored
to watch the wax
bleed into a
Rainbow.
My friend Liz
left in my possession cookies on a rainbow plate
plastic with purple red and
yellow circles ringed
around a smiley face. :)
She lived
across the hall in my dorm.
She died
behind the wheel
in South Carolina. I don't have a picture of her.
But we have the plate, and she illustrated the Map
of our Travels Overseas.
Every decision
affects our Destination.
I may be leaving
soon but I know that
~For Now~
Things require
More
Developement


*for Jennie
(reposted upon request)

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anonymous Letter 3

Nobody

Writes

Love

Letters

Anymore


its a fact thats sad but true

who has the time?
to take a Pen and Paper
and write whats in your Soul...

how many of us
have someone worth Writing To anyways?

does anyone remember Romance?

you know people used to Date
or even Court each other,
without even considering
immediate consummation

now if you havent fucked by the third date
youre almost automatically doomed to fail
because obviously youre not compatible, right?

people dont seem to put much stock into Words anyway
you can say Anything to get you closer to what you want;
people dont expect you to back up your talk anymore.

or if they do,
they are Severely Disappointed.

its All About You anyway,
its not supposed to be about Someone Else.
(strange how Truths carry such Weighty Duality)

in Strangers i fall in love
with reflections of my Romantic Personas
or memories mirrored in
similarly/lined Faces

the Eyes of those i'd longed to meet
still stay UnFocused in the Unforseen Future

and yet-
i still love the Idea
that you could look at me
with a bit of softness in your heart.

i keep glimpsing you
up ahead of me, but when I focus
its just an imprint of your image
burned into the idyllic corners
of my mind.

remember when
i tried to win you over
with pretty words?

you could never know
how many nights i spent
puzzling over phrases & word places
knowing i'd never win you
(not really even wanting to)
just longing to be like
a love letter to your soul...

only searching
for your Esteem & Regard.

you brought me farther
from where i'd started, and for That;
i say thank you.

and until the day
that i find someone Specific
to write to....

i'll continue to write
to/for you, my love...

you make me believe
that there's more to look forward to.

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Hokey Pokey

lovely day for it,
the sun is shining & signs of Life are
all around; hell of a day for a funeral...
or was it a wedding?

today is one
yesterday the other
tomorrow's a Graduation
and this minute Someone is being born.

the Gatherings
have a mystic Familiarity;
the reliability of Ritual helps us keep it Together
when everything else falls apart.

nothing is Perfect; that implies Permanence
the only Constant is Evolution

so when our world tumbles to Pieces
it's just ReArranging to accomodate new data.

at the Reception
they always play the Hokey Pokey
for total crowd Participation.

what if that REALLY is
what it's all about?

*turn yourself around*

(nice night for it)

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Hole-y shoe Blues

can't say for Sure
what Life is for or
why we're even Here

the past is always present
and tomorrow never arrives
(or if it does it soon becomes)
another in your list of yesterdays

everything happens for a Reason;
but sometimes i wish the reasons were my own.

in moments of Clarity,
points in Time are HighLighted.

(you should see the Polaroids of my mind!!!)

i -fret- for the Future
but Live for the Moment

i dwell in a land of *dreams* and ~visions~
im Driven by thoughts of things =To Come=

every Choice a Direction
and we without maps trying to get ahead...
with no real idea of our -Destination-

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the Poetry Project

Dear Friends,

I'm beginning a new chapter in the developement of my writing. For over a year and a half now I've been experimenting with different forms, themes, and wordplay in this space. It's been a game and an outlet, with intricate bits being dedicated to a select few and the majority being devoted to anyone that was willing to read.

I'm turning this experimental game into an interactive classroom/discussion board. I've removed all of my old writing and will be reposting much of it after reconsideration. Any time I post a new piece I highly encourage and would appreciate any reactions or feedback. I want to know what lines stood out to people, what concepts you like, what phrasing captures your fancy, what you feel is awkward or out of place or not needed. I know how I feel when I write something, but I dont know how other people feel and what they see when they read it; that's why I need you!!!

I'll take this as far as it wants to go. If anyone has requests on writing topics or themes, I'll do my best to fulfill them; make any suggestions you'd like, just know that I will put it in my list but it may take awhile to develope, words are like stew!!! ya hafta let the ideas simmer before they're ready ;)

I'd also like to request a reading list from anyone willing to contribute: as part of my continued study I'm reading a book a week, and I've got a list to start but I'd appreciate any ideas, classic or modern, poetry or fiction, for reading material....
*reading now- Zen and the Art of Motercycle Maintenance.* -up next- the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. ~on deck~ ....?????.... suggestions???
*dont worry about what i've already read; if you list something i've covered, it'll just make me feel good and smart!!! ;)

I will also use this space to post about Open Mic Nights later in the "semester" if and when they occur; spoken word is a separate project im developing on the side!!!

as an example, and to get started, i've left one of my old pieces from last year up...
if anyone would like to read it and let me know how you felt, that'd be great!!!

The thing I like about writing is that it can mean something Vivid and Important to one person, and then it can take a completely different, yet still Vivid and Important!, meaning for someone else. I'd like to study the parallel universes a bit.

This piece in particular (blue & grey) was written during a very interesting and transitional time in my life, and is one of the few that I probably will not rewrite at all, just because it takes me back to exactly where I was at the time....

But that's a different story. I want to know where it takes you!!!

I'd just like to say thanks in advance for your participation!

...and special love and gratitude
to the readers who have been here
for awhile, or even from the beginning;
you can't know how much your support
has meant to me. thank you xoxoxo :) ....

Prepare Yourself!
-for Mind-Melting-
~~Adventures!~~

♥Love,
Sarah

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Brilliant Reflections (rewrite)
Category: Writing and Poetry

the moody water
mirrors the slated sky
as I reflecively wish I could
drown my pensive ponderings
in the iron tinted ripples...

i wish i could ~flow~
& take many forms too

(any romantic notion)
to view the world in /parralleled beauty/

and unleash Sheets of Torrential Passion
pouring into lovers' embraces and
sliding drops down spines and
~slicking caressed skins~

lush green trees provide
a beautiful & somber outline
to the continually evolving cycle

running forever
to the ocean or *another distant cloud*

with everlasting fluidity
I'd permeate every area & soon
you'd realize you couldn't survive without -

longing to lose yourself
in an all-encompassing
~embrace~

*fanciful ideas* of (hidden rainbows)
lurk in the hearts of the lonely~

~at Night~
the warm glow of porchlights
swims & shimmers in the
inky darkness

moody blues & greys
-are gone-
Light ~dances~
*golden & white*
surrounded by blackness

the Brilliant Reflections
sink into the deep UnKnown

.......the beauty stretches the silence
sometimes you can melt in a moment....

then its back to your Rambling Notions.

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