tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160852782011-04-21T21:45:36.920-05:00...not necessarily truthKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-82073400339213151242009-05-06T14:55:00.007-05:002009-05-06T15:27:40.723-05:00

I have a safe place that I go toand I feel alive thereThis is where I loveand this is where I feelI will not posture to make myself understoodand I learned you never saw me anywayWhat if there were no reasons to be lovedand i just was?What if I didn't have to prove myself?What if in that look in your eyes I could see myself, pure and beautifulNot larger than life, just meNo excuses, no stories,

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-37687718442008202982007-03-21T14:40:00.000-05:002007-03-22T09:13:48.676-05:00

Its a burning, deep, and heartfelt acheIt chokes meWants to swallow meEver tempting me to give into itGive upLet it wash you awayThere is only ever one perfect loveThe one who knows you bestBetter than you know yourselfThe one who makes everything realAnd now I float...I loved that boy like I was his motherWhy would I need a boy to love?I have boys to loveI picked this one over all the othersHe's

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-67807704725908744562007-03-13T15:57:00.000-05:002007-03-14T06:54:51.847-05:00

Let's go backwardTonight Thai foodSweet. SpicyEnglish Irish pub in the frontSmoking in the barNot at the barLook right, not leftTwo story buses andMore BMW's than I can countNo one is fat?Last night. SushiKorean gentleman displays fishBeautiful, seductive. FishUnforgettableWhat's the proper way to eat it?Pick it up. Eat it with your fingersWe are foreignersHere because we don't know anything.

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Yesterday I found a science experiment in my daughter's room. The test tube just happened to be my Nalgene bottle. I think it all started with a late night cocktail of sorts. I'm not sure why she chose to mix it in the unbreakable Old Navy container reserved especially for long hikes and road trips, but I've learned from my daughter over these eighteen years that it is better to observe with

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-51783148412701890952007-03-03T16:58:00.000-05:002007-03-03T17:34:32.962-05:00

See ya sweetie.Bye girl. I'll call you.I know you will..you said it was the Chevybut i say it was you in that windowseeing how you just want to be lovedand that's all anyone wants reallywe sat like two stacked chairsand you said i am eccentricand you just felt like home to mei only wanted to stay foreverit was just a kiss on Valentine's Dayknowing you would leaveand i would remain unseenthe

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1168137230471135132007-01-06T20:59:00.000-05:002007-01-06T21:38:32.920-05:00

i dreamed the gift of foreverimagined looking back on a single lovewrapped my arms around the same mannight after nightwe'd be comfortable in our morning shortsour morning breathwatch our body parts saglaugh at our mostly graying hairbut the motion is brokenthe effort given upleft by the wayside to rotwasn't for me foreverso tease me with lovemake me believe its reala gift of foreverlove comes

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a steady flow of alcohol, THC and nicotinerinse and repeati want the night we slept in your bedyou traced my curves and pulled my body close to yoursi felt the early morning air and the unusually high tempature of our bodieswe laughed about how clothing and sleep never go togetherand i remember what you said...those cotton panties you're wearing are so fucking hot.my heart skipped and i knew you

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1147917368935463412006-05-17T20:56:00.000-05:002006-05-23T21:54:36.506-05:00

i have a box i keep in my closetit's full of memoriesi started keeping a journal in high schoolit's in therethere are other collections of writing though...they are from a past i'm still connected towhen i want a familiar friendi take out those wordsi don't know where else to goi have a bleeding wound i keep close to my heartit's full of my tears

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animal, not humanlike a chamelioni become my surroundingsyesterday, misunderstood metalthe painful release of needles and inktoday the oman and your happiness before my owna cheap, predictable and disjointed staged productionthe director unknowncompletely meaningless, and i am left unsatisfiedmaybe not, maybe notmaybe this is it, this could be itbut i cried and was left empty when you entered

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1126133614381310472005-09-07T17:40:00.000-05:002005-09-07T17:53:54.320-05:00

My Glass is Half Full... If I'm not careful, it may run overThese things are not true in my life today but they will be one day in the not too distant future. I know if I believe them and want them to be true, they will be eventually...I live within 12 miles of where I work.I live in a place I like coming home to.I do not have a car payment.I have money in my savings account.I have re-started my

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1125801417659097262005-09-03T21:36:00.000-05:002005-09-07T17:40:01.506-05:00

My off time dorkiness is still in its infancy. Previously I only dork-out for work.Today was cool and dry for a change. Meg worked at her little bagel joint and Dan sailed all day with the his local sailing buds. The big BIG news though is that Dan bought a 505 racing sail boat (whatever that is) off ebay today ($800) but evidently an incredible find and when fixed up could be worth a ton. As far

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San FranciscoA week ago today I was on West Cost time, returning from a trip to wine country and getting ready to board a sail boat. A week ago today I was in San Francisco. I took my daughter and I don't think the city has quite recovered from our visit. We expected to be let down, but we we're. I can't wait to go back, and who knows, maybe we'll both live there some day. Meg says the city's not

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1125772606359656742005-09-03T13:13:00.000-05:002005-09-07T17:38:38.433-05:00

To Conclude my Essay on BloggingThere are more thoughts on blogging that I feel compelled to put down. I used to do a fair amount of online dating. After it was all said and done, my favorite part of the whole experience was never the actual date (not all too often agreed upon). It was the writing and the reading of the emails. I could have been instantly swayed in one direction or another all

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778536219283016108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085278.post-1125627387178099442005-09-01T20:44:00.000-05:002005-09-07T17:38:03.523-05:00

Why Blog?It's been just over 24 hours since I learned that I could be a part of this thing we call blogging, that thing that would require enormous amounts of explanation to my parents and deliver kind of a Duh! look from my almost 17 year old daughter. I'm so excited. My mind won't stop writing the blog. Gradually over the past 24 hours its fleshing itself out. I'm thinking about what blogging

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