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Often I find myself lost and captivated by this strange city that I live in. It's odd to live in a town that breeds wealth and kills dreams. So many happy plastic smiles surrounded by the souls of the living dead. I'm an average girl, except in this town I'm not the "norm". I'm not here for fame and I'm not here for wealth. I'm still here in this beautiful LaLa land because I have wonderful friends and I couldn't imagine ever meeting more amazing and dynamic people. Sometimes I find myself complaining about my life and wanting what others have; But when I contemplate all that I've been blessed with, I wouldn't trade the love of my family, the companionship of my friends and the loyalty of everyone I know for a single day in another persons life. Most dreams are lost here, some are realized, but for me just waking up happy each day is more than I could ever ask for.

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Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960)
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

E.E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Some others I'd like to meet: John Irving, Edgar Allen Poe, Oscar Wilde, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Matthew Rohrer
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My Blog

Playing Pretend

    i'll pretend, cause that's what I do please speak cause that song and dance that you do so well is only filling up your mind and taking up my time   one thing meaningful please ju...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 04:21:00 GMT

Flawed

and i looked (one time)into the eyesthat held my secretsheavy and cold they partedmy souland the departed and the tornand the heart i once knew looked back at me as if i might never see her againand i...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:34:00 GMT

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And I sat Alone In a red wooden chair In the corner of my room For so long Not long enough to forget But just long enough to remember Where you and I and him and we Came from I...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 04:04:00 GMT

Silver

Your foot wrapped in the light of the moon haunts me When I close my eyes I melt away in the memory the gentle swelling of your chest up, down up, down the scent of our bodies warm inte...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 14:38:00 GMT

Before...

I found you today (in a memory) You stood alone back turned facing the sun-soaked lake Below your gaze the silver scales of the days catch glimmered in the blood stained lake The complexities of lif...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 03:45:00 GMT

I love this poem

The Primer             by Christina Davis                    ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 03:38:00 GMT

Regret

    I can write about anything but not of you   Perhaps, yesterday when time was like stone unmoving, heavy and easily shattered I could have   The days, the hours, the moments w...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:32:00 GMT

Just...

I am so tiredOf long nights filled with the misery of silenceTo not dream of what I used toTo not find solace in the silence I once longed forI wish right now I was but a shadow in the halls of my mem...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 01:54:00 GMT