Mar 27 2007

Spook

I call’em ghosts. They are the people who feel closest to us but they are the strangers we never know. Sometimes they can be people we know. In the technology age they are so many ways to spy on people or spook them. I have an ex who has a friend of theirs keep dibs on my blog almost daily. Some would probably be pissed and initially it bothered me but I understand it. There have been people I wanted to know about but was either too timid to ask or they were unwilling to share openly.

I have co-workers who read my page and I always wonder why not join my friends list? But there is something here or something about me that keeps them interested even if at a distance.

But what about in real life? How many people know how often you dig in your nose or talk to yourself? How many people know about all the things you do and think you are doing in secret?

I’m not talking about any voodoo hoojoo, I mean real people in real life watching you. Eye spying. A lot of my day is spent observing people; the changes in their voices when they get mad or agitated. The slight change in facial expression when they are about to lie or a thought has escaped them. Its the small things that we hardly pay attention to that reveal the most about our character. All anyone has to do is pay attention.

I have a friend who puts her hand at her temple whenever she’s forgotten something. Another friend bites her lip when she’s telling the truth. I tend to blink alot when I start spazzing out or get really frustrated. Whenever I am uncomfortable I wiggle my toes to calm myself in order to get to sleep. I laugh hysterically when I am scared. A couple of these were pointed out to me by someone else.

Now I pay closer attention to the small things. They seem to be the most important. I’m going to go wiggle my toes now. Sleep tight.


Mar 25 2007

…by the pale moonlight

The taste of deception is much sweeter
than that of loneliness
Time robs patience bare
Til nothing remains in the heart 
But lust
Sensibility gives way to desire
Carnal rage living in these fingertips
Begging for skin
Smooth as silk
And unfamiliar
One kiss to corrupt a committed soul
While lips linger in vibration
The sensation of the forbidden
cemented in the possibility of the unforgiven
Finds that the nectar of deception
tastes like heartbreak miles away


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