swanneshals: (bloggergirl)
2010-08-19 04:06 pm

Oh Joy.

My Laptop ate itself. >_<

Or rather, it ate my files. It's now under the impression that it's shiny and new. At least it seems to have gotten rid of whatever was causing problems before. I just have to reinstall everything now. 
swanneshals: (ramona)
2010-08-17 10:40 pm

Test it Out. I Dare You.

Hypothetical situation:

You spend years wanting something that you thought you could never have or had lost forever. In time, you inevitably give up and move on. Then, BAM! The universe grants you your wish. Only, by this time you want something else entirely. Something else you can't have. Of course. 
swanneshals: (bloggergirl)
2010-08-17 10:30 pm

that tight squeezing feeling in my chest

 
If nothing else, being committed gave me plenty of time to doodle. Art is a form of therapy all to itself.
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2010-08-17 01:27 am

love

Starving, that
summer I swallowed
butterflies.
One by
One, they
beat frightened
wings against my
heart.

© Alix S.
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2010-07-24 01:04 am

raindrop

Raindrops swelling,
Streaming down and
Down against
The windowpane.
My finger stays
Pressed against
The glass. It savors
One drop, that
One among the many
That will—like the rest—
Expand in moments,
Falling till no
Longer.
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2010-04-04 08:24 pm

Never More Again

This sin of mine
Has breath no more–
A dull flame in the firelight,
The whisper of a psalm.
I’ve left
And leave the rain to cry
Out the song of heart’s desire,
And, in weeping, wash away
This sweet and bitter sadness,
That dull and aching
Pain.
“No more will I love again,”
I pray, “Never more again.”
Never more til next it rains;
Never more
Again.
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2010-03-25 04:07 pm

Medusa

jealousy,
the original green-eyed monster:
serpents striking at
hands that touch
to calm and stopping
hearts till they
turn cold.
Shut my eyes
and shut
your mouth
and speak no more
of her. I beg you
don’t come nearer
than you are. Don’t
touch me with those
eyes that see
my scales and skin
of stone.
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2010-02-21 07:07 pm

Cinquain

The first
Time we tried at
Kissing with our eyes closed,
You bumped your lips against my mouth
And nose.
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2010-02-20 11:50 am
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The Children of Llyr

The Swans, they sang this morning—
Their voices loud as bells.

Their feathers catching sunlight
As each of them fell
Down.
And in their frantic rushes
Of white and silver rain,
I could have sworn by gods above
That I heard her name;
And later by the waterside
In the silence of the lake,
I thought I heard her quiet voice
Singing of that
Ache.
But in the half-light, just near dusk
That ill forgotten tune
Reminded me of why I came
That I might leave too soon.
Only just as the light faded
And the tune within that light
Did I, forgetting time of day,
Surrender to the night.
 
 The Swans, they sang this morning—
All four by the lake.
“Nine hundred years of punishment
Is all that I can take.”

© Alix S.
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2010-02-18 02:09 pm
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Eyes Closed

Today seemed so far away
As I looked out of the window.
Cars drove by, flailing water as they sailed
Past us on the highway,
And in the breeze I caught the hint
Of yesterday’s morning
When the coffee cup smashed
And the voices stopped,
Trailing away to nothingness.
I used to think that if I closed my eyes long enough
It would all go away,
But the blackness only made it worse
And in the end I always had to open them,
Afraid that something might have changed
Or moved without me knowing.