is uniqueness a word?
can't you see that we're not all the same?
everyone's different - each has their own way
of thinking
and speaking
and using their brain.
we're all in this together, all playing the game.
so appreciate the kid with the new point of view
cause sooner or later he might teach something to you.

9/24/07
the fierceness with which he kissed was at odds with the gentleness of his hands, one of them placed tenatively on my side, the other with its fingers woven into my hair. he was by no means a skilled kisser, but that did little to take away from the experience. even with his braces digging into my upper lip, even with his head turned too far sideways, even with his mouth not opening far enough, it was the best kiss i'd ever had, because this kiss tasted like sweetness and peach iced tea and reunion and love and like HIM. HIM, the all too forgiving beautiful creature who had every right to hate me and yet here he was kissing me and me kissing him back, the terribly wonderful, the wonderfully terrible kiss. it was real

"september - play with syntax"
the month of change, september is.
it's something that i could never miss.
inhale the crisp air
and wrinkle your nose;
feel the leaves crunch
beneath your ten toes.
walk down the path less trodden, i do,
simply cause it's september,
not november or june.
deaf i am not
to nature's sounds.
a penny lost,
but a penny found
because i walked the path just once
in september, the glorious month.

9/26/07
what is it that's upset you so? your face shows no sign of emotion, but that's exactly how i know something is wrong. is it me? did i do somthing wrong? i did something wrong, didn't i? oh, it's all my fault. i ruin everythng for you. but at least i usually know what i've down, but i don't even have that luxury this time. you'll be leaving soon. do i still get a goodbye kiss? even a hug? probably not. i don't deserve even a last glance for whatever terrible thing it was that i did to you. gathering your things in preparation, slinging your bag on, silently. i'm not even going to get a wave. tap on your shoulder, hope rapidly dwindling. yet you spread your arms and i lean into them and i breathe in your scent and i could almost cry, cry from the pure relief of knowing you still love me. that alone would have been enough, but now you are kissing me. do remember that time at our friend's house when you kissed me goodbye? this kiss is exactly like that one, exactly. a very simple, short little kiss, and so soft, but it means the world to me.