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Your World

Apr 22, 2008, 3:22:55 PM by ~foolish-sage
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophical

For you I leap centuries.
For you I will swallow the light until it’s deep and dark and everything that’s supposed to matter does. Until the lonely leave their homes and the voice that narrates my thoughts is somebody I’ve met and loved, and there’s a girl in a coffee shop writing advice on napkins and it’s right, it’s true. When everything is just the way we know it used to be. The way we feel somewhere in our bones and storms that it should be, it will be. When we don’t need streetlights because we’re safe under the stars. We don’t need walls to close us in, because cold is a myth and blood doesn't freeze here. Goodbye notes are never ever forgotten because they don’t need to be.

Love and God will be everything we hope for and people will turn their pennies always right side up and shining so somebody’s stranger will always have luck. Everybody will know the feeling of slow sweet mornings, and their wishes on eyelashes will forever come true.
For you, I will make this world and fill it with the sound of the ocean. I will build it peeping through your fingers and with a thought to the grace of your eyes.

For you, it will float always on the way a voice echoes in the rain, and it will be warm because your children are laughing and growing up brave.

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Possibility Sweet someone, if only I had been waiting for you.
Holding my eyes open for a smile like yours to half fill them up, held almost perfect in my mind.
I can't read the miles in your hands, but if mine weren't so cold, I'm sure I could hold them.

Lovely somebody, you would be perfect for cloudy afternoons. I can feel it in the way your footsteps stretch and bend like you're always waiting for the storm to hit, like you're drunk on the raindrops that haven't fallen, that will smooth their way down your skin like sunrises in places you've never been to, but you're sure they were made for starting over.

Darling stranger, fingertips curlPossibility by ~foolish-sage

Thirsty You're thirsty and slurring your words against your teeth, it's been twelve hours since you last said my name and five lifetimes since you remembered yours the instances since midnight are making you half-drunk with sorrow and half mad with life it's like you're reaching your foot out for an earthquake to meet you and the borders of the ground are still too steady.
Desperate maybes warm your blood and melt your mind until everything you've ever believed in flows warm and ragged from your lips, the rages you'd never admit to rattling in your mouth like ice crunching aching
your harsh curses for tomorrow shudder across the table, the rasping Thirsty by ~foolish-sage

Moments I like to imagine you at a kitchen table, with your bare toes curled up underneath you, and a sigh just waiting for its moment. The windows are open and it smells like summer. You're still wearing that t-shirt that's a little bit too big for you, and you say my name like it's a word too heavy for us. Your hands are sticky with sweat and strawberries and
when you close your eyes you take me with you.
Yesterday we whispered something about love, and the sound brushed gently against our skin. I almost expect you to be marked, but we both just look a little bit older and a little less dangerous. I can still feel it in our silence, like a sunbMoments by ~foolish-sage

Whispers I don't know about all the ways of going blind and I only have scars from my personal disasters, so I'm missing a little bit of the sadness that could slow my bones down
Forgive me then, if I keep stumbling arms open. I haven't learned to move the way you do
My feet don't always hit the ground between earthquakes
and those things you hold true don't fit into my fingers
When the sun burns into me everytime you move your head I get this craving for distance and sand and salt water hands
For nights darker than your eyes at their saddest, deeper than your silence and exhaustion
You hold distance in your mouth but whisper innocence in the Whispers by ~foolish-sage

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The coming year(s)

Mar 18, 2009, 3:11:10 PM by ~foolish-sage
Journals / Personal

Mood: Delighted
Listening to: The Essential Lenord Cohen
Reading: One flew over the cookoo's nest
Playing: hide and seek

Hi internet,
I haven't really used this journal all that much, but here's an update, for anyone interested.
It turns out that I didn't get into the school clsoe to home I had kind of chosen that one as my top school, because people kept asking and I needed something to say, and because it was sort of the safe choice, that didn't take me out of my comfort zone. On the one hand, I was kind of disappointed, but the more I've been thinking about it, the more this seems almost liberating. I can make any choice I want now.
I am going to be leaving home. This terrifies me senseless, and thrills me beyond belief. I think maybe this could be good for me. I can't imagine spending much more time here, not because I don't love it, but because I think there's something waiting for me beyond my usual horizons. My mind keeps galloping around yelling random doubts, but really, I'm happy. This is my chance to see more of the world, and maybe grow up a little bit. I might end up in a city by the ocean, and I thought it was a beautiful place when I went to visit. But we'll see. I have other places to check out, so no decisions are made for sure.
I'm feeling optimistic though. Despite my nervousness, I'm glad to be starting something new. Even though I half dread leaving, I'm still looking forward to the moment when I'm surrounding by chances to try something new. Moving somewhere new could go horribly, or wonderfully, but it will be an adventure. I can't wait!

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Hi, I'm Stephanie.
I like ice cream, sad poems and happy songs. I have no idea what I want to do in life, besides maybe live in the woods somewhere writing corny poetry all over my walls in crayon.

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Favourite band or musician: Toad the Wet Sprocket, Death Cab for Cutie, The Fray
Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickenson, Carl Sandburg, Robin McKinley

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~Bmas Aug 29, 2011

Aha, you just exploded a bunch of comments at my stuff. It made me chuckle.

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Yea, me too.

~foolish-sage Aug 29, 2011

I just realized you exploded a bunch of cool art at the internet, so I couldn't help myself.
deviantART muro drawing Comment Drawing

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And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
Stephen Crane

~Bmas Aug 30, 2011

You, my friend, are the best kind of awesome.

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Yea, me too.

~little-hi-two Jul 31, 2010

Stephaniiiiieee(you) !!! Casey (me) misses yooouuu! and your wrting is amazing. juust saying

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People are like slinkies. their really not good for anything...but they do bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.

~foolish-sage Sep 12, 2010

Oh my goodness! I miss you! I hope everything is delightful. And thank you for the compliment! It's especially nice coming from an awesome person like you (Casey)!

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And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
Stephen Crane

~crazypuglady Nov 3, 2009

Hey!!! I dunno if you're ever on here anymore, but in case you are, hello!!! In case I haven't shown it or said so before, I miss you and such. And I just remembered I still need to mail you that letter I wrote. If there's a medal for the most forgetful person who ever lived, I think I deserve it. Or at least an honorable mention.

This is Jordan by the way. It just occurred to me that you may not remember who "crazypuglady" was. And I know I'd be freaked out if some random person started babbling senselessly on my page and I had no idea who they were, so I decided just to let my identity be known.

OK. I'll stop rambling now. I'm in a strange mood tonight for no apparent reason, in case that wasn't obvious already.

OK. I really am going now. Bye!

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"Oh the sweet serenity, I'm beautifully addicted
You are more than I can take, I crave you undiluted."
-Under My Skin by Skillet

*DigitalRevolution Jul 24, 2009

OMG! I watcher! Thank you!

*thezippyolive Jul 24, 2009

thank you so much for the add!

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Voilà, le soir qui tombe. C’est l’heure des renards, et pas des poules.

~foolish-sage Jul 27, 2009

You're welcome! I'm Stacy's cousin, by the way. I saw your picture on her refrigerator, and then she showed me your page on this site.

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And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
Stephen Crane

!i-want-my-freedom Jul 23, 2009

Thanks for
the fav!!

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