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<sup>TODAY, 17 November 2009, is =guagna's 17 birthday! Her Golden Birthday! 17 on the 17th. As part of her birthday present, I'm featuring her in my journal and on my page. Here are some of my personal favorites:

worth a thousand words

she pays him billions
bailing out on friends
slipping into social debt...

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counting moonbeams

The pretty girl smiled, drunken green eyes glistening like an apple martini. Like a child, she skipped along the side of the road.

"One, two, three, four!" Her arms flailed through the air, waving as she shouted the numbers. A young man downed the rest of a beer and leaned against a tree.

"Cath, what on earth are you doing?"

"Counting moonbeams."

"Counting moonbeams?"

"Yeah, come count with me."

She continued to skip along, and he chuckled and got up to follow her. They came to a small clearing and she dropped herself to the ground, laying in the grass under the cool air, a breeze tickling her bare arms and feet. He took his place beside her, and silence fell peacefully from the summer night sky.

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ladybugs and fireflies

the summer air is cool and crisp
with aquamarine emotion.
the world is dancing with ladybugs
and lit with fireflies and sugar stars.

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christmas beads

I quickly adjusted my black dress as I stepped onto the curb. It felt wrong that I had worn this on a hot date last night, but it was the only black I owned. After all, this was the first funeral I'd been to since my mom died. I tried to shake that memory, along with the fact that her funeral had been the last time I'd seen Mrs. Marcy.

I saw my father in the foyer, cold and rigid as a corpse. He didn't smile when he met my gaze; I didn't expect him to. His only acknowledgment of me was a blink. I frowned. He was the one who called me. He was the one who told me about this. God, he was incorrigible.

The viewing room was oddly empty. Mrs. Marcy was laying there in a simple coffin, her wrinkled face waxen and her fingers interwoven with her rosary. It was her black, everyday one... Why wouldn't they have used her Christmas one, the one with red glass beads and a cross carved intricately out of a stone from Bethlehem?

I knelt at the coffin. I decided two Hail Marys would suffice - no, two Our Fathers. She put such an emphasis on that prayer when she gave me her religious lectures, and she could ramble about religion like no other. Her lectures usually lasted from whenever mom brought me to her house for tea till whenever her cat needed feeding. And her cat was a whole other story... If it wasn't religion with her, it was Mr. Tibbles, an old fat tabby who ended up making her the butt of neighborhood children's jokes.

I was torn from my thoughts by the groan of the kneeler. My father was beside me, even though I knew he wasn't praying.

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iLife

The world was swirling, flat images of trees and animals fading as the computer decided it was time for me to wake up. I opened my eyes, ready to start a new day.


"Morning Qwerty." I felt my bed tilt, and I rolled out with ease onto the floor.


"Good morning Ivy! Did you find your dreams pleasant?" The computer responded cheerfully.


"I suppose. I would prefer not as many animals in them next time; nature is such a bore."


"I'll make a note of that." The iDresser slid down around me, the sleek silver metal concealing me as I was cleaned and clothed. I blinked gently and rubbed my eyes and puttered over to my desk and sat down in front of the mirror.

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never ask for her

velvet young magic
works webs of sex and trust
where less and less breathe blindly

secret women breathe
soft translucent fire
remember my lips in your worries

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storm

let the tumultuous romance rise and fall like waves
and batter the boats that ride it
fish bubble as they swim below
above the currents grasp
cast out a line and don't fall overboard
cause when the hurricane comes one thing's sure
baby we'll take the world by storm

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blankets

Love cannot be manipulated
Like blankets
Too short to cover
You stretch and pull
But are left with cold shoulders
Or cold feet
Until you lay
Curled up like a fetus
Defenseless
And absorb the warmth
For what it is

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rhyme the pain

sticks and stones/can break my bones
but baby
my heart has never/ached so bad

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bubblegum

bubblegum pops and
sticks to my nose

hanging
(like shreds of childhood
dust on teddy bears
still sitting on the corner of her bed)

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Lipstick Lullabies

Let your lips sing me to sleep
With melodies caressing my body
Kisses forming the hollow fifth chord harmony
My mind includes the imagined third note
The one I wish was here

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Beauty's in the Eyes

Silver painted rain clouds
And mustard colored suns
Grass that looks like shredded spinach
On top of chocolate dirt
Slip in someone else’s eyes
And beauty’s turned around

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I hope you enjoy it guys. I know I did/do. Happy Birthday Nance!

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Here's my journal from awhile ago: I just wanted to keep it up, too.

So as it goes, I completely forgot about last month's feature. I guess now I'll be doing features at the beginning of the month (which is what I really wanted anyway), instead of the end.

So what's going on in my life that has relatively nothing to do with photography/writing?
a) I've been college-visiting a lot recently. So far, I've only gone to Lehigh, Villanova, and Cornell. I like Cornell the best, the Villanova, then Lehigh, for the record.

b)I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Yay!! In fact, =guagna and I agreed to start a few days late, and end a few days late because a) I jumped on the bandwagon really late, and b) I knew she was a little behind already (I you nance!), and I wanted someone to do it with. (I guess that is related to my writing.) Right now, I won't be posting anything, but I might depending on if it turns out to be complete crap or not. I don't even know if I'll be able to write 50,000 words in a month, but it's a good challenge.

FYI! be on the lookout for updates on my NaNoWriMo progress through this journal. I may even give you little snippets!!

c) I'm loving school a lot this year. I'm taking Honors Pre-Calc and Honors Physics which have turned out to be my favorite classes. Good thing too, considering that I want to be a Physicist.

d) I had an excellent Halloween dressing up as a deck of cards (or as someone from Alice in Wonderland, take your pick), with some lovely friends. Those who are here on DA are as follows: ~PigeonSimba and =guagna (as far as I'm aware). We got together with 3 other girls, went trick-or-treating, and the large majority of us slept over ~PigeonSimba's house. If you want to see my costume, check out my current devID.

FEATURETIME!!!!!! (don't forget to read the AMAZING lit.)</sup>