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Uncomfortable unnumb.
11/28/2005 10:58 pm Last Read: |
the photo is one of which I am very proud. Taken in the Bone Church in Kutna Hora, in the Czech Republic) Do you ever think of me did I leave a trace in your untraceable mind or did my memory fade like the scratches I etched on the flesh on your back or the marks you left on my hip ________ Am I ever in your dreams transforming into a monster a bird a cloud like the way you appear in mine feral then docile then gone. ________ Do you tell our story the way I tell my story of you when you sing my song is it me you are singing about or has my memory fucked off and been replaced by whoever you are fucking now __________ Do you remember me at all the way I was when I was sixteen And so arrogant assuming that everyone would be as reverent as possessive as desirous as you were of me. _____ Did I matter to you then when you had so many clamoring for your attention and I another possession another body another mouth and when I was all you had left your desperate flounderings reduced me to chattel instead of elevating me to chattel? _____ Was I really that opaque that my love for you was dim and you really did not know? because that seems like so much bullshit... Or maybe what you saw in the agony and the ecstasy of my heart was a child's game to be played and completed with a handshake. _____ Was there something that I missed? Our repast together over broadsided by your being full when I was still on the second course the words seemed so easy for you me stuttering my acquittal climbing from the window so my tears and eyes don't burn and transmit my failure to keep you amused. _____ Did you really walk away leaving me to stand stunned alone when I still loved you and you said the same but not enough to hold me then was I so easily replaced that you waited scant weeks to have another in your bed? _____ Is my lightness so unbearable that I am not gathering to me the ones who can will do wish to suffer my admiration revel in my freakishness be surprised by my ordinariness let me be who I am? If I could erase the want I surely would. Not. © 2005 Mollena Williams. Don't even try to copy my shit. It might not be a ^%$#@ classic, but it is mine. Dig?  Mollena
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11/29/2005 2:51 am |
Pffft.. bah.. who needs him. I love you, Mo! {=} P.s... the pic rocks!
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 11/29/2005 12:19 pm |
and PS...I love you too, Miss Lil. Thank you. Mollena
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12/1/2005 3:19 pm |
I loved your words. I feel them. And you copyright is awesome!! Free legal advice: you don't have to write that c in a circle thing with your name and date for the rights anymore, in the US. It just is yours!! Are you ready to be what you were born to be.... with a big spicy dollop of sauce?
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12/1/2005 4:17 pm |
Since you are often on my "people who read this blog, also like:" list, I figured it was about time I came to visit you..  I'm so glad I did! Beautiful words from a lovely lady. Well done. -also- the photograph looks stunning. Its a shame they reduce the size to a thumbnail.. grrrrrrrr! Take care... i truly hope you find what you're looking for. -pixie ******************************************* In no wise ask about the faults of others, for he who reporteth the faults of others will report thine also. Firdaus
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12/1/2005 4:19 pm |
ARGH! that green face is NOT supposed to be there. That'll teach me to put a : in a sentence. I'm sorry! No offence meant, really! -pixie ******************************************* In no wise ask about the faults of others, for he who reporteth the faults of others will report thine also. Firdaus
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