Be patient with me just a little longer - my oldest graduates from high school this week, and things are a bit nuts. But with a little luck, Chapter 5 will go up today, and the rest will soon follow.


FingersI so need to put down words on paper for you, but my fingers have lost the skill in their remembering Fingers
of all the parts of you that were so soft,
so hard silk on steel, they thought.
And my thoughts of you are the same.
The slippery taste of you on my tongue, your smell, the way I swallowed your breath, held it, until it came out in a moan that sounded so much like your name.
These hands don't want to recall how they stung their outline
on your cheek, the swing of slamming doors. &n


A Spirit's FollyAlas! You do not hear my lonesome cries, you see me not, though in your path I stand. To you, I'm but a picture in a frame, a brief amusement given to your hand. I cannot hope to reach you in this form, my dreams but folly, taken by the wind.A Spirit's Folly
This path before me, ever on it winds, not washed away by bitter tears I've cried. Unable to assume another form more pleasing to your eye and touch, I stand with downcast eyes upon my wringing hands, and wishing only for a human frame.
And standing thus, a plan I start to frame. I send a plea aloft upon the wind-


If You WantThoughts drift upward caught in cigarette smoke, clinging in ceiling corners just out of reach.If You Want
I watch them wind around each other,
a tangle of what-ifs and maybes- the why-nots are buttercup yellow, and the I-can'ts exactly the same muddy brown as his angry eyes.
Even the ivy-patterned wallpaper spells out our failure- if you know where to look, and are practiced in deciphering the curlique letters.
I've had a lot of time to perfect the art while biting my tongue against arguments- the ones that aren't quite as good as yours, or a


winter.Sparrows and Crows,winter.
chase this solstice away and procreate a future in the upturning, fertile earth, who is cold, and on her back ready for you to peck away her many flaws. Grass and Leaves, spread and permeate her [skin] like goose bumps under the breeze.
No more grey skies without promise of a rainbow. Cherry sherbert sunsets melt my heart each night and haunt my day dreams.
Soon you won't be able to see
through the branches anymore and their fingers won't curl against the air, but willembrace it, and caress it w
So here's the deal: January is a new month, and a new year, to start over from scratch and remember what Write-Off is ALL about.
And in good ol' Write-Off spirit, we're kicking off the new year with a brand spankin' new competition. Want more information on entering and prizes? Check out the home page.
Now come on, you WriteOffers, you. Show us what you're made of.
Are you IN for January?
Love and be loved,
BA
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YEAH BABY!
Love and be loved,
BA
p.s. I really wish I could do something other then watch and fav you. Because seroiusly, you're amazing. You know what, I think I shall feature you in one of my journals. I do that every once in a while when I see someone amazing. Sound good? I'll pick some of my favorite work and link it in my journal. Have a nice day.
P.s.s. isn't it ironic that the '
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Before you point fingers, make sure your hands are clean.
Love and be loved,
BloodyAlaizabel
The Myspace
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Before you point fingers, make sure your hands are clean.
Love and be loved,
BloodyAlaizabel
The Myspace
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Things have never been so swell, I have never been so well.
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