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Name: Naomi
Birthday: 5/6/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: every genre of music... etymology and linguistics, local music, COLTS, road trips, composition, public radio, performing, irony, silence, reading, warm baths, reading while in warm baths, Ginza: the sushi bar on 38, physiology, old school hip hop, dark comedy, a splash of masochism and lots of hugs, rec sports and pick-up games, knitting, dude movies, Purdue football, editing, cooking, old MGM musicals
Expertise: being great.
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Member Since:
12/1/2004
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| remember all those pooling smiles and tidal winks (like tidal waves)
I split to share for two with you that night/that night with you?
sentiments weaving inbetween and seasoning our drinks
by streetlight in mid-night, on slivered stairways, under foreign roofs
all that explicit-tation, known moreso as your grand cue
to engage in the kinetic language I had hoped
you would help me speak way out loud
then further it on and spell out/list off the (side)effects you have
on an impossible girl like me
yeah all those graduated, A-for-effort clues
were just like shorthand for the thought that still idles and hangs
in a frame reminiscent of something
that divides my remorse from its envy:
I only wish people made it a point to love me
the great kind of way they do for you -- damn, man, the crazed way they take to you like that,
and how convenient the whole arrangement must be...
but I've had time to look back
and I wish I hadn't fought so hard to stretch so so far beyond my reach
only to fray self-limitation's regulations
and fold my feet into the prints of such big tracks
you must have left behind (in the rush) on your way -> out the door
so now I think I've seen and I've known much too much of you (don't you think, too?);
then maybe it's good that I never really had you full-through...
and maybe it's best to keep things going this way --
in firm alliance with anything
that ever warned me
to never steer my shoes
in any direction that lead
away from me and
right back to you
but I do still think about you.
always will, too.
Godspeed... | | |
| I want a love like
me-thinking-of-you-thinking-of-me-thinking-of-you
type love
Or me-telling-my-friends-more-than-I've-ever-admitted-to-myself-
about-how-I-feel-about-you
type love
Or hating-how-jealous-you-are-
but-loving-how-much-you-want-me-all-to-yourself
type love
Or seeing-how-my-first-name-just-sounds-so-GOOD-next-to-your-last-name...
And I just wanted to see how far I could get
without calling you,
and I barely made it out of my garage!
See, I want a love that makes me wait until he falls asleep,
then wonder-if-he's-dreaming-about-us-being-in-love
type love
Or who-loves-the-other-more
Or what-he's-doing-at-this-here-exact-moment
Or slow-dancing-in-the-middle-of-our-apartment-to-the-pulse-of-our-hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining
how a love so good could
hurt so much when he's not there...
And I love that not-knowing-where-this-love-is-headed
type love
And, check this,
I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house
so he-doesn't-have-to-guess-how-much-I-love-him
type love!
Not-having-enough-ink-in-my-pen-
to-scribe-all-the-joy-our-love-would-write
type love
I wanna deal with my-friends-makin-fun-of-me-
the-way-I-made-fun-of-them-
when-they-were-goin-through-this-same-kind-of-love
type love
Only difference is, this is one of those
Real Love
type loves.
And just like in high school,
I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying SHIT!,
And then fall-asleep-and-wake-up-with-him-right-next-to-me-
and-smell-him-all-up-in-my-covers
type love
I wanna try counting the ways I love him,
then lose count in the middle
just so I have to start all over again...
I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversary things
(even though y'all know they're not real anniversaries)
but doing-it-just-because-it-makes-him-happy
type love
and, check this, I wanna fall in love with the-melody-the-phone-plays-
when-our-numbers-dial-in-to-this-love
type love
Then talk to you until I lose my breath!
Oh, he leaves me breathless,
but with the expanding of my lungs --
I inhale all of him back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change
my Cell Phone Calling Plan
To something that allows me to talk to him LONGER
(Because, yeah, in all honesty,
I wanna avoid one of those High-Cell-Phone-Bill
type loves...)
I want a love that makes me regret
how small my hands are
I mean, the-lines-of-my-palms-don't-give-me-enough-time-
enough-space-to-love-you-as-long-as-I'd-like-to
type love
I want a love that makes-me-just-s-s-s-stutter-
just-thinking-about-how-strong-this-love-is
type love
I want a love that makes me wanna cut off all my hair!
Well, maybe not all of that up there... but maybe like
if I cut off the split ends and trim it up to look nice for 'im
Ha, but it would STILL be a symbol of how strong my love is for him.
and, all that said
hm, I kinda feel comfortable now,
so I even fantasize about
walking-out-on-a-green-light-
just-Dying-to-get-hit-by-a-car-
just-so-I-can-lose-my-memory-
yeah-get-transported-to-some-third-world-country-
just-to-get-treated-and-somehow-meet-up-again-with-you-
so-I-can-fall-in-love-with-you-in-a-different-language-
and-see-if-it-still-feels-the-same
type
Love
I want a love that's as unexplainable
as He is
But, I'm still only half of this love
So I'll be waitin for awhile til I can have it,
til I can share this love,
sit thick and deep in that
Real Love
type love | | |
| She claims that I am nothing more
than your enabler...
Whatever that means,
but I know what she's saying
Yeah, everyone's telling me
to run fast away from you,
when all I ever wanted to do
was help you and love you,
even when it hurt me to do so
...Was that wrong of me?
Something bad to need?
Babe, I only fear that
I might not be enough
to make the difference for you.
Oh, you don't know
what I would give to be
someone to save you from everything
So just let me
just let me
just let me be.
It's so simple...
Just give me the word
to come catch you, honey
and that's all I'll need.
Baby, you'd see... | | |
| so I'm buying you on time
and you bill me for more more damn it more
just charge it, baby, straight to your skin
thrusting searing hips, drive it in
come shape your straight and narrow
by reading me on the lips
cause I can't keep your records
by pleading with my glances
to earn your own vices,
to raise your own glasses
and it's really not the temperature, honey
that gets you gone
it's that darling politic, the leering doubt
that smothers you in your sleep
and rings my ear with the bottle bounced
from cheek to cheek, passed like running free
that clink of drink that serves your speech
bids you preach new truth like prophesy
and I listen, I harbor everything you slip
but the fetters of fidelity mar and char me
I too grow worn with honesty
and make green wishes on moons of plenty
that you would spin a tale, make it moving
one that might feed and stomach these knots swelling
and all the things that grapple a throat
so stir me up neutral
shake me down dreary
just give me a minute
just give me a moment
just shut up for a second
I just get so tired
of knowing it all,
cause all of it's too much
it's all too much to know | | |
| I yoke no insecurity,
though wax vulnerable to phenoms beyond me
Prone to quail in caverns of minds greater than mine
The live, omnipotent kind that trump mine finite pride
whose wits well wonders, brimming from head to mouth
and out like spouts of marvel from holy lips
These are the miracle men of wonderment
the periodical playboys mounting headlines and billings
riding waves, vying to buy mediocrities and vilify the norms
that we might revere their renown,
raise mirth-full glasses to a hallowed crown
Guerilla radicals with their poignant words,
howling sour vendettas from pedestals and podiums,
injecting amassed camps with cracked rhetoric,
and weaving accords rooted in the relic doctrine of arms
Yet peace is much more than the absence of war,
and a tomb her new settlement,
How mad we are to employ these calloused men with renown,
Trite to lie to our kind, that these choice-ridden days are fixed,
as if static and swollen with predisposition
We, the Flustered, corner cowered and feeble in constraint’s cradle
Asserting attempts to veil our festering spines
But I, faith, I will never sow such audacious seeds
and shriek strike on limitation’s every occasion
For I say restriction is but qualified candor, quantified qualm
and we are never the better for absence of error
Good daughters, kind sons, cloak you in assuredness
Please be not simple, be you not so blind
Oh, whatever the weather, whomever the worm
know this like proverb and live it hotly like sweltering truth:
At the moment of commitment...
...the universe conspires to assist you.
Yet, if these same, boundless cosmos could not halt your falls
Here I’d wait to brace your needful hands,
The privilege, such a godsend, would be none but mine
Yes, oh my adored, not one’s fortune but mine
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