the curtain falls
and the academic year takes its bows
its limbs move about slowly
weighed down by the history

but i weigh heavier still
and sink deeper into the plush red
the end is bittersweet and
tomorrow is an one-winged bird

bleary eyed with sleep mussed hair
i turned the knob
just as the door opened
a star fell across the sky

i should have been happy
or happy for more than a second
but falling stars are no joy
when there's no one to share them with

a certain bestseller
as the big apple goes
says the following

if he likes you
you'll know
if he doesn't
you may be confused
if you're confused
then he doesn't like you
he's not interested

assuming the best
there's but one sad conclusion

i'm confused
so you don't like me

i was afraid of that

it's the slow unfurling of my claws
the ebbing away of thoughts of you
the fading of your voice
the ceasing sensations of your touch

and then i bump into you in a shop
and the test begins again

i am a perilous cliff
standing proudly
against the crashing waves

i am a satelite
gravitating to some
light greater than myself

i am a princess
on the way to my throne
destined for more than this

i am a bride
fiercely loved and possessed
a fragile beauty enclosed

identity can't lie in these voices
not even in my own
there's only one label i can cling to to survive
and it's the only thing that's true

that somehow
in this shameful state
in this fading body
in this album of memories

i am captivating
i have a heart in me
and it's worth something precious
and it can't live bound in pain and shame

it will be a test for the both of us
the fire warmer on your skin than on mine
when i spill these memories
when you find out what i'm all about
will you turn or stay?
i pray for you even now, sunsets away

You leave my side at first chance
You’re silent the whole way home
You won’t talk to me, you fidget silently
But maybe that’s for my good

Better leave right away
And save me any moments
You’re much too kind
I’m much too comfortable

My covenant sisters are for us
They hesitate to pray
They think it would be cute
But I don’t know what's on your mind

And who knows if my heart’s
Just fluttering on you for a minute
And who said I was ready
That I could awaken love?

So I’ll attempt poetry to bleed it out
And my readers will have to bear
Each mushy gushy trail of words
Until you leave for good

It's better fight a tangible lady
Someone you can rage against
And sing Fiona Apple's "Ugly Girl" to

But how can you beat a destiny?

At least you're sad.
She's worth being sad over.

When a Melancholic-Phlegmatic person meets and dates a Sanguine-Phlegmatic person:

SP: So, where do you want to go?
MP: I don't know. Where do you want to go?
SP: Anywhere you want to go.
MP: Well, it doesn't matter where, I'm okay with any place.
SP: I'm okay with any place too. So where?

And on and on... Except the Melancholic-Phlegmatic gets drained of energy and gets depressed while the Sanguine-Phlegmatic stays hyper and thinks that all this talk is so much fun.

Bottom Line: Di sila bagay. = (

Oops.
I'm leaning on someone who isn't there.
The power of a loner's imagination.

my fingers wrapped yours for only seconds
yours were cold and clammy
and i wondered if they would warm in my own cold ones
and now i'm here wondering about a lot of other things

it is hard to trust this to Him
but others have held my hands
only to leave them colder
and that makes me stop stretching them out

and for a long time my hands have been clenched
so it's surprising to find me wanting to reach
to realize i'd like to see
if they would warm in your palms

"Daughters of Jerusalem,
I beseech you,
by the gazelles and the deers of the field,
do not awaken or arouse love
until it so desires."

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.

So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
what I would forgive
how to live with myself
if you don't go.

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

Caramel

Suzanne Vega

What thread did you weave around me?
I could never walk away
Even after you broke my heart
I’d still be there sitting beside you

You’ve shaved off the hair my fingers twined in
You’ve turned gray from the smoke
You’ve taken lovers left and right
I’m still sitting here wondering about you

I’m my way, on my own
I’m going after my dreams
I’m living in some of them already
Yet I’m sitting here thinking about you

Kill the alarm
Throw off the covers
Sing through a waterfall
Brush through my hair

Buy a kick of caffeine
Settle down for a lecture
Stifle a yawn
Leap out of the chair

Run green between lines
Draw a to-do list
Analyze relationships and scatterings
Connect with the Boss

Rush through traffic
Peel off street wear
Lift, throw and turn
Split, point, and curl

Toss off my sandals
Strip out of the tights
Down with that bun
And plop into comfort

Sleep