Posted by Sozhka Z. on December 17, 1999 at 05:40:50:
it is 3:30 and I am bored, and 14..wow..wow this is wierd..okay..okay
I am 14 now, but I came to this country when I was 8 from Russia, and at that time I had no idea stuff like this went on!! well I know now because all these men have come on to me! my english teacher who is married, he tutors me and one night, we were alone, he told me I was so beautiful that I looked like a painting of heaven...and then we went on writing my essay on Catcher in the Rye... but I stopped breathing the rest of the night and now i am sort of scared, as in what should I do? and will I enjoy it? these ar random thoughts like crap and I don't know what I am doing and I wish I was stoned..
since this is place for poetry and crap, here it goes:
White woman
florid clouds cross your breath
here, upon a throne of gold
rests the morpholised majesty of man
white virgin
guilded seive in hand
with a head full of scarlett perfection
white mare
beaded upon the tapestry of condition
of plague, pestulence and poisons
there is a beauty
that tears at the occulas
and she is marvelous in our eyes..
it is about Elizabeth I cause I think she is rad. If I was a drag queen, I would do her look..yeah.. Does all the stuff here have to do with boylove or whatever? if so ignore this...but I can't help but think what is driving me unconciously to make contact here.
Spasiba, Sozhka