Dear Mr. Rossi,
I'm sorry we couldn't be friends. I like the idea of you, really, but when I see you in person my arms start to itch and my eyes get all watery and I just can't keep it together. I have to run away.
Next time I rush off, look around. I'll drop a piece of paper with the address to my new apartment on it, send me letters whenever you want.
Love,
Lola Meyers
Oh John,
What am I to say to you after last night? It was so sweet of you to propose, but surely you can understand that after only five years of dating I couldn't possibly commit. You know, after all, how long it took for me to...well, I couldn't even say in a letter. I don't trust the postman, he looks at me sometimes.
-Mona
Ryan,
wth...
;)
Cya tonite.
Lizzy
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Orchids sit resting upon my dinner table
Though timid when I first saw them, they are now in full bloom
I didn't know what an orchid looked like before I got these
Where they came from, I still can't say
I opened up the door one morning, going out to get the paper
I like to do sudoku in the morning, in pen along with my chai tea
My routine was broken by the appearance of these flowers
Unassuming upon my front porch
Purple, damp, innocent
I bent down to pick them up
They were arranged in a modest, terracotta pot
They smelled nice
My eyes peered up, as if their owner's eyes would peer back at me
The street seemed brighter than usual
I still don't know where these orchids came from
Every morning, I see their petals altered
Though timid when I first saw them, they are now in full bloom
I didn't know what an orchid looked like before I got these
Where they came from, I still can't say
I opened up the door one morning, going out to get the paper
I like to do sudoku in the morning, in pen along with my chai tea
My routine was broken by the appearance of these flowers
Unassuming upon my front porch
Purple, damp, innocent
I bent down to pick them up
They were arranged in a modest, terracotta pot
They smelled nice
My eyes peered up, as if their owner's eyes would peer back at me
The street seemed brighter than usual
I still don't know where these orchids came from
Every morning, I see their petals altered
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Feel the warmth
Like fourteen butterflies tickle my skin
Fluttering simply and
I float light
It's nice,
A simple upturned lip
Like suns peer out as if they should
And stay so steady
Slipping through the gentle breeze
Fingers interwined, each step
And eyes look easily
Upon everything, this world
Why allow heartbeats to be so varied
When it's all in the simple saunter
Wandering in dawn and fresh perspective?
Why should I ever feel the pangs?
Like fourteen butterflies tickle my skin
Fluttering simply and
I float light
It's nice,
A simple upturned lip
Like suns peer out as if they should
And stay so steady
Slipping through the gentle breeze
Fingers interwined, each step
And eyes look easily
Upon everything, this world
Why allow heartbeats to be so varied
When it's all in the simple saunter
Wandering in dawn and fresh perspective?
Why should I ever feel the pangs?
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