art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.-picasso
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

  i find myself at lunch, facing west
the sun on my right, the wind on my left
too warm, too cold
they're fighting over the rule of my skin.
i suppose the perfect balance is at the center of me
but the outside is more apt to feeling
torn between two not-quite opposites
fighting for my attention
and begging me to write a poem on monday at lunch.

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chewing a blue pen that resembles the sky
i'm sitting pretending to be busy but it's a lie
the smoke of idle hands shuts off my air supply
the bells ring through my earphones
interrupting the soundtrack to today
i hold my cup so it won't blow away
and press down the page so it'll stay
i think of silly prose to pass the time
and write down the things that catch my eye
only half-an-hour has gone by...


ok, i know that was cheesy. but lunchtime sometimes is boring...can you blame me? maybe just a little.

today i noticed:
-the wind is on a rampage. run for cover or you'll be doused with the pedels from those smelly white trees...(i refuse to call them what you call them.)
-riverside picks the worst times to do construction on streets. streets that are vital to our transportation to and from school.
-zimbabwe has good music...
-apparently i'm habib's hero....and then wind beneath my wings began to play....not really.
-i like colors far too much for my own good. right now it looks like a pile of paint sitting on my bed and i love it.
fin.

i know it was short, but what are you going to do? nothin.

i want to learn an instrument again...i miss it. singing isn't enough. i did piano, i'd like to get way better at it because i love piano music. i did clarinet....and that was alright. but now i cant even get a sound out of it except a squeek and a raspberry noise from me blowing too hard into it to force it to play. guess you just can't force a clarinet to toot. i want to be adamently working towards perfecting a skill again.

well. i'm sleepy. french at 10. boo. hiss.

~rachel~
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