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I Am FromI am from Luis and Ritabel, love a quarter-century strong And also from abuelitos, aunts, uncles and primos Everybody up in everybody else’s business Any old excuse for getting together Good times breaking bread and picking on each other
I am from arroz con habichuelas and sweet plantains Wontons, Shanghai greens and sweet red bean paste mooncakes I’m from “Watch what you eat, hon” and “you’re getting too skinny,” Thirteen years of bagged lunches – sandwich on whole wheat, carrot sticks and homemade cookies Saturday morning Mickey Mouse pancak I Am From
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EmptyTonight I’m cold, shaken – a pathetic cliché Reeling from a sharp uppercut I should have anticipated. Having foolishly believed insistent reassurances over experience and my gut instinct, Loneliness easily served me a sucker punch – Three is a crowd. No one needs a fifth wheel. Love trumps friendship almost every time.
Feign nonchalance. Flirt. Tease. Laugh. Shrug it off. Keep the bitterness from creeping into your tone of voice, Swallow it quickly along with what’s left of your pride. There’s no spoonful of sugar to make this medicine go down. The voice in my head taunts, “ Empty
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ResignationWords defy me Escaping from my lips without a sound When I’ve finally found my tongue I wonder if my eyes betray the emotions Icy shards caught in my throat That will melt just a moment too late Cruel irony’s burned me again
Touch beckons temptingly Silent talismans that could bear the weight Of everything I couldn’t say I reach to trail a calloused finger slowly down the side your face The air hangs heavy Dripping with my aching frustration and chilled by your aloofness A fortress wall in your eyes I’m not enough to penetrate.
I turn away quickly to s Resignation
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Not Regrets, But MemoriesSo many months passed when I didn't think of you that way Suddenly wanting your lips on mine, caught entirely off-guard The heart's way of despairing in a drought - longing for what belongs to someone else,
barely mine for a moment, and impossibly long ago
It is hard to remember and yet impossible to erase
The shadow of your lips brushing softly over mine And the phantom touch of your thumbs rubbing circles into the back of my hands, Memories that linger between us
Although I doubt you'd recognize the stories
Nowadays you sling your arm around my waist And sque Not Regrets, But Memories
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Fri Jul 14, 2006, 6:45 AM

D: "Hey, once upon a time, you yourself told me that some love stories never end. What happened to that girl?" -"Dawson's Creek"

Mood: Meditative / Reflective

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Listening to: "All Will Be Well" Gabe Dixon Band
Reading: Beatles
Watching: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

I know I haven't been around much, especially not sumbitting pieces. Although I have plenty of time on my hands these days since I'm taking te summer off, the inspiration and focus I need in order to write are lacking. Hopefully, this will change soon.

Until then, take care everyone

"I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." -Crash

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Interests: Writing, music, reading, photography
Favourite movie: just one? :'(
Favourite band or musician: Too many...I go through phases.
Favourite genre of music: see above..... at some point or another just about anything except reggaeton
Favourite poet or writer: *soulwrai, J.K. Rowling, Eggers, Picoult, Sedaris, Larkin, Auden, Yeats
Operating System: Mac OS X Tiger
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: friends' artwork or pictures
Favourite game: soccer!
Favourite gaming platform: Completely video-game challenged.
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes and "Get Fuzzy"
Personal Quote: Lions and tigers and bears...oh my!
Tools of the Trade: My messed-up head and fragile heart, FinePix A330, Nikon N75....and my trusty PowerBook

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~rubenesque Nov 13, 2006, 7:26:08 AM

Thank you for the fave.

~rubenesque Sep 26, 2006, 7:18:44 AM

hi my dear. Just wanted to drop you some love.

=BlueEyesFairy Apr 21, 2006, 9:09:22 AM

thank you to have added me!

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~Shade001 Feb 20, 2006, 5:35:41 AM

How I love your avatar !!!! ^^

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Cry and you will cry Alone.

OUT FOR THE MOMENT!

~Kotman Jan 21, 2006, 7:15:29 PM

Hey thanks for the watch

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~ilona Nov 5, 2005, 10:18:19 AM

Thank you

~undestinedfate Aug 21, 2005, 7:01:27 PM

Ok, so all I have to say is wow. Your writing is amazing!

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"Probably not."

~rubenesque Jul 28, 2005, 8:50:39 AM

Hi sweetie - How are you? Passing thru and wanted to leave some love on your page. xxoox

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~wanderinghearts Jul 30, 2005, 3:48:27 PM

hey hon...i'm doing pretty good. i'm heading out to visit some good friends i haven't seen in a while tomorrow and i'm pretty excited about that. thanks for the love...right back at you. you doing ok?

xoxo

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As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
-"Nostalgia" Billy Collins