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Deaf_Screams
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Name: Tara
Metro: Bridgeport
Gender: Female
Interests: People,Songs that can make you scream the lyrics and cry and sedate you all at the same time, feminism, literature, poetry, deep conversations, and seeing things from an introspective perspective.
Expertise: mooching lunch money
Occupation: Artist
Industry: student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
3/23/2006
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| I dont use xanga anymore...Ive been using blogspot for the past few months: here is the link to catch up on whats up with me.. www.yourowncosette.blogspot.com | | |
| I feel kind of guilty
for lying in your bed
(perfumed and cold
like a princess)
And all you wanted to do
was touch me
And all I wanted to do
was close my eyes
(block you out)
and pretend you were
someone else
who I've lost along the way.
And to tell you the truth
when you tell me
that I am the love of your life
I recoil--
I've had too many of those to count.
I could probably care less
if we did this again
because your whispers of
"You're so beautiful"
and
"I just want to look at you"
make me feel nothing but apathy. | | |
| I think
that my pheonix
was really just a glorified
black bird after all.
I think
that its easier to be
a butterfly
than a ladybug under glass
(but thats really common sense,
isnt it?
I wish I had known this sooner)
And in the back of your car,
I ran my red fingernails down
your sweat beaded back
and hoped she'd feel it.
And its hard to tell you
that I love you too
without feelung like a liar
(oh, but arent we all?)
And its hard to not pick up the phone
when something goes wrong
but I am reinventing myself
into something beautiful
and positively unchained. | | |
| The entire world
Is snow covered and glittering
(brilliant, pure)
It makes you feel like a virgin.
The twigs that lie scattered
tattoo the white flesh of the ground.
I close my eyes and watch the glowing yellow sun
from behind my eyelids
My cheeks turn pink and sting
when the chillwind blows
(the breath of the Mother)
and I wrap my arms around myself
wishing they were yours.
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| And all I really want to do
is touch you in those secret places
that once were mine.
I want to be safe
with the curve of my body
locking into yours, fitting like two peices
of a cosmic puzzle.
I want to whisper "I love you"
I want to feel your breathing, heavy
against my neck,
I want to feel the beads of sweat collecting
on your skin.
And all I really want you to do
is touch me in those secret places
that are still yours. | | |
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