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Lanna

If at first you don't succeed, climb a tree and think a while.

About Me

I am indie-rocker-boho-chic-hipster-ish. I am knitting, writing, dancing, listening, moving, conjugating latin verbs inside of my head. I am lonely, depressed, overjoyed, excited, terrified, apathetic to the ache that I'm standing on the edge of.

I am fearsome, loathsome, more than, less than, eerie and ironic.

I am who I am.
And whoever you are. Do you know?
I am words.
I am poetry. Haiku
I am motions.
I am the resistance of thick oil paint against half off canvas.
I am body, mind and soul.
I am mindful.
I am soulless.
I'm the feelings I feel
the feelings I deny myself and the feelings I don't know exist within me yet.

I am. Tomorrow I might not be.

My Interests

Knitting, writing, poetry, fiction, music, indie, musicals, rent, drama, oil painting, watercolours, verse, fantasty, sci-ci,dorky computer games, swimming, sunburns, doodles, drama, thought, theatre, toronto, dance, death, fashion, sewing

I'd like to meet:

John Lennon, Johnny Depp, and the Midwaystate crew once more

.."center"

Music:

The Midwaystate, Athelete, Aqualung, Metric, Damien Rice, The Decemeberists, Ladies and Gentlemen (Small Sins, now I guess), Em Gryner, The Weekend, Hedley, Alexi Murdoch, Belle and Sebastien, Sloan

Movies:

White Oleander, Requim for a Dream, Pirates of the Carribean, Brokeback Mountain, Sideways, Garden State, Love Actually, Girl Interrupted

Television:

Sex and the City, Friends, Lost, Top Model, Buffy, Project Runway, anything on Fashion Television Channel.

Books:

I was a teeneaged Faerie, Violet and Clair both by Francesca Lia Block. Girl, Interrupted. Memoirs of a Geisha. Margaret Atwoods' Anything. Funny Boy, by Shylam Selvadurai.

Heroes:

Johnny Depp, the most brilliant actor alive. (and a walking orgasm)

My Blog

I Want You to Know

There are somethingsI want you to knowlike rain and rhymeand the curling petals of stolen flowersthey sit upon my desk wiltingleaving trails of pollen across old tea-lights and my pillow casesturning ...
Posted by Lanna on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 09:51:00 PST

Probably crap.

I am just another deadbeat beatnikeating from the gutters spouting rhymesand spending time with words as the earth falls down the slopes of salt minesAnd the tears are dry pilesof angry white that pai...
Posted by Lanna on Wed, 02 May 2007 03:16:00 PST

Essays

Sitting here on the verge of tears and narrativeI trembleWhat is there to say that has not been saidWhat is there to sayThat has been saidMy eyelids are drooping beneath the weight of 14 hours work so...
Posted by Lanna on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:08:00 PST

This one goes out to the man I love

You are the cool mist risingfrom the nestled bed of that grey green riverthe careful curls that flirt among the reedsand sing silent sweet melodies to the treetopsYou are the earthen trackson wooden f...
Posted by Lanna on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 02:19:00 PST

Drunken

?I have fifteen hundred words to write, and I'm eating words instead. Not my own.Borrowed words, that I'm stealing for a hodgepodge meal half-way through a tortured evening. I should be stealing chaot...
Posted by Lanna on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 06:53:00 PST

Concentrated Images of You

The spiral pattern inside a snail shellreminds me of the ridges of your spinethe lines of tendons in your neckthe ridges of your knucklesof the line of your mouthyour viensof youIsn't it grand how ima...
Posted by Lanna on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 11:49:00 PST

It strikes me...

It strikes me tonight, when I should be sleeping (I have class t 10, what am I doing?) that I haven't for pages and pages, ages really, written a real account of life on here. For quite some time, all...
Posted by Lanna on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 11:21:00 PST

Simple.

There is a warm body I adore, laying there in silencewrapped around melike seaweedslaying there in silence as the velvet drapes transform from burnt orange to snow-lit periwinkle, or from salmon to ta...
Posted by Lanna on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 10:11:00 PST

Hallway's Echo

Scarlet ribbons trimmed in goldlaid about a cask of sherrylaid about a cask of winelaid about the fragile form of a girl with curlsand a woman wearing silk draperies and a smile as she sleepsYou walk ...
Posted by Lanna on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 07:47:00 PST

For Giveness

For GivenessForgive me for dancing on lilypads to the sound of your nameand the sounds of beads of sweat falling among water plantsForgive me for penciling your image in the margins of pageslike the p...
Posted by Lanna on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 12:58:00 PST