A cobbled mess of poetry pieces.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Who to be
who to be
I got all these people in me
who am I to believe
I can make them all happy

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Got a dance in my step
Got a twitch in my cheek
Got a thought in my head
Got a beat, got a beat

Gotta do, gotta go
gotta see and be seen
gotta get, gotta purge
gotta beat, gotta beat

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I would totally have fcked Thomas Jefferson.
Nothing gets me hotter
than an intelligent man.
I mean, damn!
One of many driving forces behind sexuality is Power
and Smarts is up there in that big long list
others may defer to Political Influence
or Physical Strength
or Sheer Balls-Out Confidence
but for me Power is personified in
knowing what the fck is going on

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did it again
wrote it down, deleted it
too close to mention
too real to state
too much me on display
can't take it back afterwards
and all my friends will know
even if I pretend to fictionalize it
they'll know
and it won't be the same
too many times I let out
more line than I could reel in
and it's the others that withdraw
at the sign of weakness and difference

some things really are secrets
not because we dubbed them such
but because they were born that way
problems beyond empathies
true differences underneath
even if babbled to every stranger on the bus
still inflict shock to the listener
and drain worth from the confessor

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Do I enjoy this
I ask myself as I do nothing
I don't seem to relax, I notice
I lay thinking of what I am not
Berating and nagging and harping on
if I'm here then I want to be here
why would I be here if I want to be elsewhere
is this pleasing some part of me I can't reach
is it slothful me
or masochist me
or rebellious me
and what percentage of me is pleased
it's gotta be a simple majority at least
should I accept this
that if I do it, it must be good for me
otherwise I wouldn't do it

Right.

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Who to be
who to be
I got all these people in me
who am I to believe
they can all make me happy

[Boss Radio]

You must spread some Mojo around before giving it to Cadaverous Pallor again.

[Motorboat Cruiser]

Damn if I didn't love every single one of those. Great stuff, CP. Really.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Thanks.

Most of those were scribbled on random papers in my purse. Time to purge.

I cleaned my freakin' closet and I'm feeling fresh
vaccumed floor that saw no daylight for ages
toted bags to the car filled with bygone belongings
refiled, relabeled, redesigned
built up a sweat, cleansed, emerged naked and pure

Only the rest of the place is a dump

[Ghoulish Delight]

Crap, are you making a Goodwill run? There are a couple white plastic bags in my closet...

[Ponine]

Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight

Crap, are you making a Goodwill run? There are a couple white plastic bags in my closet...

In your closet? You have seperate closets??? Lucky.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Originally Posted by Ponine

In your closet? You have seperate closets??? Lucky.

Our apt. has two bedrooms. The one we use as an actual bedroom houses my stuff, and the "computer room" has Greg's stuff. His consolation for having to go to the other room is that that one has the walk-in closet. The computer room is the master bedroom, so there's more room for socializing and storing random crap. A rather odd arrangement, really, especially now that we have the laptop in the living room, so the computer room is used far less these days.

Another exciting chapter in "read mundane details about CP & GD's life"

Here's another line fragment from my notepad:

One's reality is a prison of decisions

Nice, eh? Wish I had a poem to go with it

[Capt Jack]

at least they have closets. I have....uh.....lets go with 'train wreck in a box' as a description.

btw, CP...fantastic stuff.

[Prudence]

Our bedroom does have two closets. Neener Neener!