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Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Tausendschoen
Tausend Küsse will ich geben
deinem zarten Rosenmund
Tausend Schnitte werd ich spüren
machen meine Seele wund
Tausend Flüsse überqueren
segeln über tausend Meer´
Tausend Schreie will ich rufen
tausendmal lieb ich dich sehr
Tausend Blicke will ich werfen
tausendmal hoffend vergehn
und mit tausend roten Rosen
unter deinem Fenster stehn
Tausend Herzen will ich schneiden
in des Baumes Rindenholz
Tausend Schmerzen will ich leiden
bis ich breche deinen Stolz
Tausend Winter werd ich warten
Tausend Leben für dich sein
tausendmal werd ich verbrennen
tausendmal bin ich allein
Tausend Briefe will ic
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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i don't listen to music when i write. it is distracting to me. however when it is over i do a victory boogie and start the party. i am a highly functioning nutjob. i am manic, i am not joking...he said he thinks i am fine i just need something to blame, i wish he were right. sometimes i wish he could have seen things from my perspective. i wish i hadn't hurt him. i wish i hadn't blown up my world. i am currently taking suggestions from the wind. she seems pretty smart. i see it from your point of view. i hear you now, you said sometimes i need to listen...i am open to suggestions. i wish i had chosen you when you gave me an ultimatum. no excuses, i'm tired of saving face.
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Alright. It's a journal so I won't say much about the content. Except a general recommendation: write some stuff that's not about yourself. We're only interesting subjects for so long, and never as interesting as we think.
I like that there are threads in this to tie up. The auto-correction, especially. It'd be stronger if there were a premonition of the concluding image in an early entry -- if it were also a thread which ran from beginning to end and tied the whole thing up nice and snug. For a collection of journal entries its got a strong arc, easy potential to tie up like a narrative. At the moment it starts with "I only want to tell the truth now" and ends with "I'm a genius and I need a ladder." See what I mean? Doesn't exactly tie up. But it could, and well.
There are a lot of unnecessary little words. Opportunities for grace in phrasing, more rhythmic lines. Not necessarily poetic of course since it's not a poem. Examples:
1. The "I knows" and "it seems" clutter. It's a journal from your perspective. Anything you know you can just say, and we the reader will know you know it. To seem is to appear to be but not actually be. Since you've got the inside perspective, either you "want to tell the truth" or you don't, there's no room for seeming.
2. Lines like "everything was constantly moving like one of those motion blurred captures of cars in photographs" could easily be "everything blurred like a racecar in a photograph" or something equally simple and uncluttered.
The "unravelling like a sweater" simile is tired. It was tired when Weezer did it. You can do better.
Lines like "a temper and too many kitchen knives," "Paranoia is messy and rude," "I never mentioned the sparks for fear my mother would have them fixed" -- these are strong lines. They are direct and charged with meaning the reader feels rather than has to decipher or has explained to him. I'd recommend modelling the rest of the piece in this way.
If you do tidy it up to take advantage of the natural arc, consolidate similar references. The descriptions of the ex, the family history.
I'd also recommend siding either with exposition or symbolism. Most of this -- naturally, being journal entries -- is expository. It flat out explains what you feel or think, have experienced, etc. Most of the metaphors feel like sidetracks into the brush rather than lookouts meant to provide clarity. I think if you want to polish it as a creative work rather than offhand journal entries that you should choose one or the other to anchor the piece. A little imagery in exposition can go a long way, so long as it's clarifying. Likewise a little exposition is often necessary in symbolic or allegoric writing in order that we the reader not completely lose our way and the meaning thereby escape us.
You already know what I think of ellipses.
Yes, we do all lie about something. Try as we might not to. If anyone has lived who did not lie then we've killed him in every incarnation. The things we cannot attain we want most, so much that our love and hate for them cease to be different.