tossing a coin

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Mon, 12 May 2008 19:20:37 GMT

http://thoughtswashedback.blogspot.com

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 06:31:28 GMT

Some Bacchus, a dreamer with eyes flecked
with summer snow, red veins like chalet lines,
to become old ghosts of fathers, and their royal houses--
eaves icy with inheritance let remorse slide off slick into
daggers of frozen water,

women with legs like Alpine legend--(how they go on and on forever)
know better--whose mother's crime was a look like a solstice.
Let his kingdom, its dynasty of dementia and salmon sunsets,
disappear into bottles, let memory move pretty girls to exile.

this is all i do at work.

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 18:31:02 GMT

a sapphic stanza (an experiment):

Night Manager

Call the night shift manager what you like, though
he is defined by the patine of half-light,
he'll watch the hand reach to midnight; orectic
gaze, with bedroom eyes.

Philosophy of Twenty: A Poem in Blank Verse

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:57:26 GMT

Halloween night, I was in riot grrrl
dress, piss drunk at Piccadilly, blushing
pink through smog. I could taste the dank
air from street urinals and would smoke cloves
and purse lips like a question was forming,
"pourquoi?" The streets were sullied mirrors of
existential thought, "pourquoi?" Like why did
Godard wear his shades at night? Or why
did the luster light of Marxist ardor
become flat like the beer in our bottles?
Why does love move like traffic? Never
mind. That was the night I caught my finger in
a door of a nightclub. First, excitement.
A climax of awe and heat at the crease
and crush of bone had me laughing and shaking
with my breath. Blood and bass throbbed,
cigarette smoke, a hand brushed up my skirt,
before the pain that came late, like the dead
midnight train I caught alone. Teeth clenched, the
life that rushed violet to my finger's tip
sobered twenty years of outdated lines
about what it means to be alive. My
eyes search the metro sign with a Sartre-like
look, and asked the ghost that sat beside me
what it's like after the last rider leaves,
...said something unintelligible, pretty.

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:58:34 GMT

how's this for a journal update? it's been a while.

i fucking hate you. i really wasted everything on you.

a random poem i wrote a while ago about my favorite book

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 16:45:43 GMT

The Common

“I hate you, God. I hate you as though you existed.”--Graham Green The End of the Affair

Clapham Common, the sandwich shape of grassland,
a trinity of park ends: Battersea,
Balham, the dwellings of South London,
earth scarred by missile blasts; the old church and
paddle pools, a Eucharist. The body,
blood of sacrament-- but what of the missiles?
The rockets born of hate and love called for
neck-deep trenches. Wood planks held the ground like
crucifixes, the criss cross strength of raid
asylums. And when the fires fell on
London, the land looked like some constellation,
a triune called for a slut's attention, to bow
her head in persecution before the saints,
and Mary Virgin, her word-bellied lover
holds her breasts before the alter, demands
above treble and explosion, “Hate Him”
the war world, rancor reverent, listened.

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 19:02:17 GMT

On The Lost Valley Trail

God said, with white bags of stones on a hillside,

‘I was dropped from the sky by ‘copters,’

or was that the man, whose red-eyed sadness,

wet with mountain mist, spoke when we asked about

the distance ahead?

No, God spoke from the white-wash spring over moss stones,

‘Can you see me now?’ the deafening sound

of watercrashrock…

‘Or now?’ and he poked at me with teeth called boulders,

in his three mouths they named sisters.

A voice with terrible heights, golden green cliffs,

auburn mounds, sky-sculpted valleys, his voice:

Heard him loudest as I stood alone, the pith of the plateau,

rubble-rock resting place. Silent, empty,

‘I’m this feeling,’

I caught up with my company.

Rain and cairn stone understanding,

A path of steep, wet stones in front of me.

my first poem in London

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 02:48:16 GMT

Orphic Love Song

You were a blackbird that kissed the window

into splinters your lips like lancets left

a violent mess. Your feathers, glass sugared

and phalanx arched from shock, I saw your eyes

once wine-dark red turn opal in the open

light. You were the sanguine shape of return,

spice-jar sill rites to perform. But to hold

your body to the ground, I would not think

to wrap around rose oiled gauze or

papyrus, or have you sit like a sand-stone

sphinx watching soulless, hollow-eyed all my

clothes on the line, my porch ivy climb.

Nor would I leave you, to be swallowed by

your own blood bog, to be unearthed like a

soot black pome. I'd rather take the place of

the window, let the light pass through, and fail

my rescue, to look back, my songbird, on you.

do this!

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 03:07:37 GMT

Why not?

Here by Philip Larkin

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 02:40:13 GMT

Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows
And traffic all night north; swerving through fields
Too thin and thistled to be called meadows,
And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields
Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude
Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants,
And the widening river s slow presence,
The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud,

Gathers to the surprise of a large town:
Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster
Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water,
And residents from raw estates, brought down
The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys,
Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires -
Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies,
Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers -

A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling
Where only salesmen and relations come
Within a terminate and fishy-smelling
Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum,
Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives;
And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges
Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges,
Isolate villages, where removed lives

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-peopled air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence:
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

-
I dont really know what all of this means, but it's kinda how i feel, i think.

update? what?

Thu, 23 Feb 2006 20:08:00 GMT

1. Pick a Band or Artist: Belle and Sebastian

2. Are you male or female: Chickfactor

3. Describe yourself: Lazy Line Painter Jane

4. How do some people feel about you: Judy is a Dickslap

5. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: You Don't Send Me

6. Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend: "I don't love anyone" ;P

7. Describe where you want to be: Beyond the Sunrise

8. Describe how you love: To be Myself Completely

9. What would you ask if you had just one wish: My Wandering Days are Over

10. Share a few words of wisdom: We Rule the School

11. Now say goodbye: Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying

Landslide

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:52:43 GMT

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

i like letters. lots.

meem listens to music.

Thu, 11 Aug 2005 05:31:47 GMT

okay. okay. i'm ready.
ready to let go of a few
and hold onto some.

four days from now...

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 02:28:34 GMT

I'll be in St. Petersburg.

and missing you all, but hopefully having the time of my life.

if u want to see me before i leave, call me. 8667965

open up them address books....

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 18:40:34 GMT

Michelle Myers
Campus Box 1515 , Eckerd College
4200 54th Ave S.
Saint Petersburg, FL 33711 - 4700

my new address. 10 more days....

Tue, 02 Aug 2005 06:48:24 GMT

Lisa’s kissing men like a long walk home
When the music stops
Take a tip from me, don’t go through the park
When you’re on your own, it’s a long walk home

If they follow you
Don’t look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
It’s not your money that they’re after boy it’s you

Pure easy listening, settle down
On the pillow soft when they’ve all gone home
You can concentrate on the ones you love
You can concentrate, hey, now they’ve gone

If they follow you
Don’t look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
It’s not your money that they’re after boy it’s you

Yeah you’re worth the trouble and you’re worth the pain
And you’re worth the worry, I would do the same
If we all went back to another time
I will love you over
I will love you

If they follow you
Don’t look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
Tenderly you turn the light off in your room

August 12

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 04:54:32 GMT

how can i show you how much i love you

in just two short weeks?

For all you visual learners...

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 07:50:41 GMT

if you didnt actually read my long (once in a lifetime) post, here are some illustrations to sum things up.

She was shivering so hard, it looked like there were two of her

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 07:34:00 GMT

Wow. I'm up late. It's to be expected since I woke up at 1 PM today. I wanted to sleep through the afternoon so i didnt have to think about going to work. but i went to work. for like the fifth night this week. I've been kinda miserable.

But I'm done wiht working nights for like 10 days, and then i have about a week left. so it's all wonderful now. I just want to see my friends.

I want to celebrate my dear and special friend Kayla's birthday. I havent seen you in quite a while my love. I miss you and I'm sorry I havent called. (working, you must understand). I can't wait to shower you with gifts and hugs and love! Because you are pretty and lovely and my friend times twelve.

And Ana, I await the morning we have breakfast together. Waffles + Ana = Love.

And Jessie, I bought you earrings of your own. i hope you like them and I hope I see you soon enough to give them to you. :}

Oh, and Melissa and Alex need to just...keep staying away from me. Because they are creepy and i dont like them. ESPECIALLY ALEX.

Rachel. Sleepover. asap. we'll listen to moon and antarctica before bed time. and you need to burn me some Rufus.

Lily? What's a Lily? Oh yeah! I remember! That pretty, smart girl with the words and the squeeks. We must unite!

Ashley. keep that hair red. and give us a call.

And Justin!!!!!!!! I promise not to call you to talk any more all this week. I'll just talk your ear off in person and love it. :}

Red Rock Pizza Rules.
So does The Mountain Goats cover of The Silver Jews's "Pet Politics"
and so does Milla Jovovich.

so remember.

i am a princess *::.

DERBY SCONES

Tue, 05 Jul 2005 06:38:18 GMT

Hey everybody! How's it going? I'm good, really good. I got a job at Walgreens. I work there three times a week, but its not so bad. I still have plenty of time to hang out. I also got a new lap top annnd a new screen name: shadeysides. :D IM Me!! So far it's been a great summer. I'm really excited about going to college (I leave August 12!!) But I know it will be here before I know it. I hope I'm ready. I think I am. There are a few people I want to get together with before I move. If you'd like to see me, just give me a call.
July 4th is a lot of fun. It was great to be with all of my friends watching fireworks on a dock at night. I dont know what could be better. Oh, i know. Ice cream sundaes.

And we were all over that shit. :D

<3 Michelle

P.S. Google: "Salad Fingers" Check out episode 2. It'll fuck you up.

Old school icon for an old school.

Fri, 20 May 2005 02:30:43 GMT

buttons like convenience store mirrors
and they help me see, that everything in this room right now is a part of me.

Won't soul music change
now that our souls have turned strange.
Once a day, twice a day…
And when on and off collide
we'll set our souls aside and walk away.

Realizing is how it feels inside when it happens to you.
So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood
and children wander off into the ultra-economic
but we are real I know we are real.

***

i don't want to say goodbye. :(

Come on baby, don't stay inside

Mon, 16 May 2005 03:01:31 GMT

Let's recap, guys!

Prom- pretty awesome. EVERYONE looked beautiful! Everyone!
Rachel's Partay- Sooo much fucking fun. You can't stop the dance. Hope you had a beautiful birthday, my beautiful Rachels
Of Montreal-Just, Rach, and I sped to Miami to see them play 4 songs- and we sped home. (detour- i totally had to pee behind a tree. seriously sucked)

And NOW!
LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL! INSANE!

PLEASE COME TO THE COMMUNICATIONS SHOWCASE! I'M READING! COME SEE ME! WEEEE!!!!

<3 michelle

I love the rock star name

Sun, 17 Apr 2005 22:41:00 GMT

Michelle Ann Myers's Aliases

Your movie star name: Marshmallows Harry

Your fashion designer name is Michelle London

Your socialite name is Shelly Miami

Your fly girl / guy name is M Mye

Your detective name is Mongoose Dreyfoos

Your barfly name is Chocolate Sangria

Your soap opera name is Ann Twelfth

Your rock star name is Peeps Time

Your star wars name is Mictin Myejus

Your punk rock band name is The Thirsty Chocolate Bunny

The Amazing Meganame Generator

It had to be you

Mon, 28 Mar 2005 04:16:44 GMT

So this spring break has been incredible. Every day has been a good day and i have everyone i've hung out with this break to thank for that. And I'm tan, motherfuckers. I'm tan. There has been some definite drama, but a lot of laid backness, little sleep, and a loot of good conversation over good food.

life is good. easter bunny chocolate goodness calls. out- Michelle

ps. curly haired bitch, get back here.

you're in the get-away car.

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 02:04:23 GMT

It's spring break and I'm a little sick. I've got only a few plans, and a goal to get tan. I'll miss the euro-trippers to death. I plan to spend QUALITY time with all of my friends, and even some friends i've forgotten. I plan to wear breezy skirts to my knees all week long and wake up early for beach days each morning. I'll be holding my breath for the nina pinta; that recording goes speedy and well. And I'll be spending my down time with my family and cherishing the nights I have left sleeping in my bed.

I guess I'll be pretty busy then.