today is Tuesday, the first official Poetry Day here on anna's blog. today, we'll reach waaaayyyyy back to the beginning of anna's horrific poetry days, to a sorta kinda love poem that was written sorta kinda for someone i can't stand now. the things in brackets are asides, added by me just now as i relive this crap.
i wrote this on June 20, 2000.

The First Love Poem

One last kiss
Stay with me, my lost soul
My broken piece
My other half
When you leave
I feel torn
I want to follow
I feel you think [wtf???]
You want to stay
So i let you go [that doesn't make sense...]
The last thing i need
Is the first thing i want [yay! that doesn't really make sense either!]
The longer you stay
The harder it gets
Now, i am at peace
If you got up and turned your back
Only violence would exist [well, if he turned his back on me NOW i might hit him over the head maybe]
In my fantasy
We are one
In reality
We are two
In my dreamworld
No one else was ever there [technically, no one else WAS ever there, as this was my first boyfriend]
In the real world
Others came and went [no they didn't]
We may lay and watch the stars [its either lay or lie, it dosn't matter]
Make their graceful celestial nightly dance [blah blah blah]
Or we may turn our heads
Eyes staring into eyes
Looking deeper into souls
One soul
Even here, we are one

wow that was lame. want another one? i doubt it. but heres a short, totally nonsensical one, from June 27, 2000.

Tongue

Speaking like a ripe tongue
Turning, peak of perfection
Jumbling the words
And screaming
As it rots

notice there are no asides in that one. well, its only 5 lines, and really, what can i say about it?? its kinda gross and thats it. there also is zero meaning behind it, i just wrote it one day.
so, commence the jigglin!!...i mean, make fun of me now.

yo. i'm tired. i had a post i wrote last night but it went away and i think its totally unfindable at this point. gahh, i'm yawny. can't think of much to post. um. i like sex. yes, sex is fun. also, i'm still sleepy. i want more tea but have no desire to go make it. i wish i had a robot or a midget or a robo midget to do it for me. damnit, where is that imginary mechanical little person when i need him??!!