tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74487512007-04-16T04:04:17.274-07:00Nonsensical Ravings of Hoydenish MindsMaiaLouisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657260557842278649noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448751.post-1141421932028417262006-03-03T13:29:00.000-08:002006-03-03T13:38:52.036-08:00"His whole pillowless head went dusky, as if he had laid it under the surface of the dark, pouring water and held it there."<br /><br />imagine for the moment the clash of slow graffiti and an out of work Fenway Park beer vendor.<br /><br />"Imagine me as an arching peak/with oranges in its belly/and the rest of the world rolling out in the flat black night.//Wind in the parking lots/as over the seas and prairies/and I say:/'I acknowlege you world,/but I am not moving.'"<br /><br />colorstixLachry-mousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734571231990373615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448751.post-1095818181041523552004-09-21T18:45:00.000-07:002004-09-21T18:56:21.043-07:00Dearsim"<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">If you want to be my friend, and you want us to get along - please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">The observation I am doing could easily be understood as cynical demeanour, but one of us misread</span> - what do you know, it happened again. <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">A friend is not a means you utilize to get somewhere, somehow didn't notice, friendship is an end</span> - what do you know, it happened again. <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">How come no one told me, all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke their truth?</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The ones who made a difference withstanding indifference.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I guess it's up to me now - should I take that risk, or just smile?</span> - what do you know, it happened again." <br /> <br /><small><center><<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">HUGS</span>></center></small> <br />MaiaLouisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657260557842278649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448751.post-1088302127971414522004-06-26T19:00:00.000-07:002004-09-21T19:01:42.883-07:00Memoirs<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">I remember being in mum's tummy, it was warm and dark. I remembered being born then, but not anymore.</span> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I remember sitting in the backyard of the old house. Mama was cutting scratch-ly blackberries with red clippers.</span> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;">I remember being in my aunt's RV in florida. There was a big bed in the back, a cheap formica counter with red barstools. Lauren fed us soda, and mum got really angry.</span> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I remember walking next to a lake, and Anna was screaming to ride on the swan peddleboats. The sun was glaring bright . . My grandparents were horrified.</span></span>MaiaLouisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657260557842278649noreply@blogger.com