All we really need is one person who truly loves us.

Go read Precious by Sapphire. And try not to feel idiotic or stuck up when you say FML again.

everi mornin
by Precious j.

everi mornin
i write
a poem
before I go to
school
MarY Had a little lamb
but I got a kid
an HIV
that folow me
to school
one day.

I want to see this movie too, but I'll probably wait for other people to tell me about it before I go. I don't know if I could handle it if it's anything like the book. I like the book because I can put it down. You can't put down a movie.

I can't post anything on EddieC . The script for the publish, save draft, fonts and all that crap shows up in this box. Weird, eh?

Update: I've emailed Brain, so hopefully he'll know what to do. But if this has happened to anyone else let me know so I can fix it. Thanks!

A man bought a gun yesterday,

Because he was tired of hearing the birds sing.

Let

freedom

ring!

 

Today he’s on a plane.

The bird’s eye view.

He feels special.

The people look up at his white streaks,

From sea

to

shining

sea.

 

And in days he will sit on a birchwood porch.

He would like to feel the wind,

And maybe it will blow

him

away.

Sylvan Mistress clad in green

Silver and verdant standing upon the sea

With eyes that immolate resistance

Supple toothsome lips

And thin teal hair under a proud vestal crown

The sapphire steppes converge upon her breast

As she lets me touch Her like a God would touch Her

Her skin preternaturally green. Eyes that stare

The strength of Her long athletic legs overpowering mine

Wooden fingernails perch into my arms leaving a sharp rasp

Her naked wrists branching from my shoulders

Our lucubration leaving Her ever powerful

And I bottled up in a jade glass jar

Resting upon Her thigh as She wanders the woodlands

Alone

My sweet plastered snowflake

You are not like the rain

Soaking my face on a bad day

You are but my failed misfortune

I have not won but I have no lost

Oh, how you fall freely in the copse

Your inclement touch — a fortune passed by

Your clipped wings making you fall in full swoop

Until you come crashing upon my soft crisp hands

Oh, you are not like the frost

Freezing my already broken skin

You are the one who deepens my cry song

Like the foreign, traveling bird

Or on the carpet, my butterfly