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    Author's Note: GOD this is old.. another poem(ish) styley and spacey that was burried when I started using online journals.. though this journal was a secret online journal (HA) so I guess it was extra burried.

    Not sure what this really is... I guess its my favorite writing style. Visual Stream of Conscious. I know all poems require sight... but this one uses spaces to enhance it more so. Enough planning to not make you feel totally bad about being an emo lil girl. Anyway this thingy was written probably in Winter '02... and to be direct it was about when Kyle and I broke up. And I was lost... and would randomly just find myself sitting and not really thinking.. but just.. existing... perhaps in shock. The torn screen... well that is relationship history. I like this writing cuz still sometimes I find myself in the same "mode" not about Kyle... but just feeling out of sorts. Perhaps in another dimension? *shakes head* I'm silly and this note is too long. Enjoy?


A Bohemian Litany

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Breathing lightly in as I lay on my back peering out an wide open bedroom window

 
Breathe in

 
Laying on my parents bed look at the ceiling fan go round

 
Breathe in

 
Standing solitary in a livingroom a silhoutete in the open screen door

 
Breathe in

 
Statuesque... ruler down the spine, in a broken computer seat facing the other direction

 
Breathe in

 
On my bed again.. nothing has changed yet there has been a world's difference... and the screen is still broken.. hastily cut one red skied night...

 
Breathe in


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