cannonball... |
The cannonball is still on my mind. It grows heavier. I'm plunging into the blue with the cannonball in my arms..Falling with it....And I know that.....I'm not the mermaid.....
... Posted by vanessa on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 07:59:00 PST |
nothing..really nothing much |
What can be qualified as a good day? Sit down, read a good book, drink a good cup of coffee. That's my exciting, boring life. Anyway, it's good. I'm seeing the beauty of "the poetry of day-to-day life... Posted by vanessa on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 05:11:00 PST |
ideal man |
I've been reading my diary these days.....
Last year, I wrote about my ideal man....It's funny....That's what I wrote:"Johnny Depp + Mr. Darcy + Jake Gyllenhaal + Ted Hughes + John Galliano"... Posted by vanessa on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 01:50:00 PST |
Virginia Woolf said.. |
Virginia Woolf said--- "...the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. one ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words."... Posted by vanessa on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 01:46:00 PST |
from the poem "Fever 103" by Sylvia Plath |
"All by myself I am a huge camelliaGlowing and coming and going, flush on flush.I think I am going up, I think I may rise ---The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I
Am a pure acetylene.VirginA... Posted by vanessa on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 01:42:00 PST |
got lost |
Got lost
I got lost to find my way.
Do I make sense to you? Posted by vanessa on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 09:40:00 PST |
River |
I wish I had a river for me to skate away on.....
"River"It's coming on ChristmasThey're cutting down treesThey're putting up reindeerAnd singing songs of joy and peaceOh I wish I had a riverI ... Posted by vanessa on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 07:06:00 PST |
! |
i need a shoulder.
i have one only when i dream. Posted by vanessa on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:58:00 PST |
!! |
i was at the clinic...alone.happy mothers and fathers were all around....after i got the report, i sat there......shaking...........that's the moment...that's the moment i felt super lonely, weak... Posted by vanessa on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 09:35:00 PST |
To love is not an option. |
We don't have choice at all.
To be "loved" for some reason, by all of them without option. --- that's what the designer told me.
Perhaps I'm also loved for some reason?But to love you, it's not... Posted by vanessa on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 10:59:00 PST |