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Thursday, August 12th, 2010
4:07 am
I don't know how I have ended up in this position but its where I am. The rain it calls my name and I know what the soft beating of drums and chimes in the open air represents. Tears streamin own my cheeks like a new emotion as those lovers here. But I will remain silent, so talk to me like you and I were meant to. The old tragedies I have buried outside of a closet that was once so deep and the chimes called my name outside to a blissfull place. They told me that my desires were like that of a newly lit fire. We can love whom we choose? Is this true? Can two hearts ablaze trully be accepted? And now I have my hopes on a new love that would've been ready for you anytime!!! Exlamation marks to sooth the emotion that I have come to feel. But when I get so far I fall right back down again with my piano serenade. And I see her running through my garden and around the hedges of my abode. My daughter in pink pig-tails and could I forget that child? Could I resent her for the last breath in my quivering arms? And yet in all of this pain there you are coming too close and then moving away. And I can take the rain. Lord knows I can take the seasons of the rain and no it doesn't bother me. Going on without you has greatly upset me. When I have so much to say and I watch you walk away. When I deal with the pain of losing you I can't move. I know you and I share the same soul but yet I have come so close and yet you walk away. Loving you is what I am trying to do. This is what ails me, I cannot give you my best and what could've been will come of this I know. And yet I look into the mirror and into an open abyss of where my soul lingers. And yet behold I am shattered. You cut me into so many little pieces and I will bleed for you once again as I did in my past lives. And you refuse to believe like a stubborn child. I have come to ignore the difference but which of us do you know? I bleed, I bleed, I bleed. You said move on where do I go? You made it a point to have me think of you and yet I wish that I could look once again into your eyes. An Indian Summer in the middle of my winter is what you are to me my love. And in this life you gotta be the best. Listen as the day it unfolds. Love will always cause your tears but dont ever be ashamed to cry. All I know is that I will linger on my own puzzles but go on take a different view than me, help me be wiser. Challenge what the future holds my dear and always release them fears. You are hard and strong, hardness creates life through love so all I know is to be bold is to be wise. And when I asked my first "What is love?" Did he look at me in awe?! I will offer my pain time and time again for love, I welcome it to hurt me. I could never turn away a man due to biology and that is my confusion on what I find sexy. And now I have come into the sunshine on my silver canvas. I've been waiting for a moment all of my life but its not quite right he is a man that was currently my age when my loving heart was born. Is it so impossible to have my eyes rest on you in love? It feels so good to make it re-arrange into the dreams I have. So squinto your eyes and look closer I am thirty-two with a body of bliss so you might want to lift your head and forget the words you spoke in anger. I harbor only hatred for those who extinguishe love in the makings. Im nobody but I will be someone. So look closer next time as I pass you by. And I would like to state for the record that I'll do everything I can do for you.
Saturday, April 7th, 2007
3:15 am
The Fire Alarm.
I wrote this months ago.

I admit I am not a very good writer but give the plot a chance. It was inspired by my own high school experiences but it is completely fictional, of course.

( The Fire Alarm. )

Enjoy. :D

Comments would be love and I don't mind criticism.
Sunday, March 4th, 2007
3:29 pm

I'm trying to put together a little zine and I want to get short happy stories from a bunch of random people. I'm looking for stories that are about 1/2 page long and they can be about anything - fiction, non-fiction, silly, serious, with or without a message - doesn't really matter, as long as they've got some sort of happiness about them. Please email me, jaepenguino@yahoo.com. I can also send you a copy once I'm done with it. Thank you!!!

Jae Penguino
Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
10:40 am
the coming of age (february 20, 2007)


the will to be forcible
for you to see me against tides
of unwanted imagery
against unexplained comedy
of you here lying motionless
touching the skin at my back

the risks already undertaken
from the moment you smelled my hair
till your arms playfully linger on my bare hip
then in unison
looking thru the frosty window
listening to the rain pouring madly at the roof
whispering carelessly to remember
long forgotten memories taken in innocence together

the bliss left under the sheets
with you holding me closely
against your bare chest
overpowering me with your able shoulders
trapped endlessly
wanting blissfully
to be here forever
without turning back
to our lives lived in secrecy


Monday, February 19th, 2007
12:03 pm
back then (fucking son of a gun) (october 13, 2001)


back then
back then
when the world was fine
you came, you conquered
you fucking son of a gun
and my world crumbled, dissolved, and rumbled
with this feeling of love, lore and misinformation

back then
back then
i was alone and i was fine
the sky was all mine
and there was never any shades of blue
but then you came, you conquered
you fucking son of a gun
and the sky faltered, stammered, and trembled
with this feeling so remarkable, so cruel, and so beautiful
you are so beautiful

back then
back then
i never thought of this till then
i never felt like this till then
back then
back then
like im falling in love with you again
back then


Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
1:35 pm
arms of a stranger (february 10, 2002)


here in the arms of a stranger
in the heart of common ground
were hate is never love
and love never hates
nothing of that sort exists
but only this moment in times absence

here in the absence of time
theres a lingering sight of perfection
pleading for this feeling to eventually fall
like raindrops falling from the sky
waiting to hit the ground finally

here in the realms of the present
were yesterday steps in
and tomorrow walks away
i feel home like coldness around
i feel love like hate in a distant sound

its all here in the arms of tonight
its all here in the arms of a stranger
were eternity exists between his eyes and mine
and it pleads to cease the existence of time
here in the arms of a stranger
here in the arms of tonight


Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
7:25 am
of love and not love (january 21, 2002)


swooning under the carpet
of love and not love
of emotions and none emotions
crashing under the rug of desire
or faltering under the feet of denial

fumbling all over
your heart so full of carelessness
of stepping out or being stepped at
of being conscious or being ridiculous
of love and the so-called love
of you yesterday and of you now
i wonder whom did i loved the most somehow

between love and hatred
of being impassioned or angered
i wonder how i ever made it
in times and in places
between right and wrong
i swoon underneath the mat
of love and not love
of being in love and being in love with you


Monday, February 12th, 2007
7:25 am
interlude IX


wondering ... wondering
if you are
as sincere as cheating
as gallant as whining
as kind as lying
as valiant as hiding

wondering ... wondering
if love is
as furious as hatred
as scarlet as death
as fervent as bluntness
as plain as everyday



Monday, February 5th, 2007
12:31 pm
a new sense


a new sense of feeling
a new sense of missing
from impulse to this fleeting feeling
of excitement
of estrangement
to you finally
to you eventually


a new sense of relief
a new sense of flight
from careless air
to blissful winds
shared together from freshness
to slumber
dreaming of you and i


a new sense of feeling
a new sense of being
i had with you
so suddenly
so impulsively
from you
from you all along
now i’m never gonna be on my own



Friday, February 2nd, 2007
1:17 pm
i said goodbye


moving forth
secretly hurting
deep inside
youve let me down
"have the ships been long gone?"

no looking back
just breathing ahead
have you let my hands go?
i cant feel your heart anymore

i am lost
this world is too big without you
ill drown
my heart will succumb
stay for a while
i cant say goodbye

facing ahead
tears against the wind
tomorrows too blinding
all things sinking
away from me
can you stay for a while
until i can say goodbye?


Friday, January 26th, 2007
11:02 am


in my stomach
endlessly fluttering
i dont know i can feel such thing
with you and your constant invitation
to cascade towards earthly communion

bursting in the scene
im not aware of this foreign feeling
bouncing off every walls imaginable
i never knew life could be this conceivable

singing while im sleeping
laughing while im screaming
dancing while im spinning
i cant escape it
need to be in this constant state

narcotically impossible to achieve
this mindset so high i cant hardly believe
if this is true
if this is you


Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
2:00 pm
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Saturday, June 4th, 2005
4:19 pm
poetry fans :) :)

My grandmother's dying wish was to publish a book of her poetry, and the day before she died she was told from the publisher that her dream was going to come true. 2 months after she passed away, the book is published.

If we sell 500 hardcopy books, it will appear on the shelves of Barnes and Noble. So please, consider buying this book. It truley is amazing, and it would mean alot to the memory of my Nanny.

I think this book is amazing. It is poetry about spirituality, love, and life. I have grown up around my grandmothers poetry, and I have always found it so emotionally moving and inspiring. I honestly think that others will love it just as I have.


One Light by Norma Hantson
Monday, May 30th, 2005
9:04 pm
Not Again x-posted in mine
I'm new I like metaphors and poetry. Though sometimes I cannot understand I admire. This I posted in my Lj and it is what I feel. So here it goes.

I can't even breath without a thought. I can't even drive through the town without a thought. As much as I wish for the flow of things to return I cannot seem to look by. It is like a breath, the sleep I sleep, the thoughts I think, the food I eat and the phone I speak. Seems to be that I cannot get it out. It hurts to know that the rivers have dried, the air is unbreathable, the sleep is tainted, and the thoughts erratic. If only birds understood maybe they would know where to go but yet they stay. The rain that we danced upon burn my skin and make me quench for thirst but there isn't much that can quench the fire from within. Only the coolness of the knowing can make it sooth and put the fires at ease but there is always a candle in the windows.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Thursday, March 31st, 2005
4:47 pm
New so I will share a poem
The truth hurts
and so do lies
but if you look into my eyes
you will see what's inside
I don't want to lose you
I will never let go
Some times are hard
But I want you to know
I love you very much
It's easy to see
But I am wondering
Do you really love me
These fights we have
They come and go
So don't be angry
I'm not your foe
These tears I cry
Yes they're for you
They fall slowly
But that's nothing new
I don't write this
To be about me
I write this only
So you can see clearly
I have my doubts
But in the end
The pains that come
we both can mend
Now to finish
This much is true
That no matter what
I will always love you

I hope you like reading it my friends seem to like it so yeah whatever comment if you would like. Please dont take it I dont know how to get things copyrighted.

Current Mood: sleepy
Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
3:35 pm
Dont forget if you post things on the internet to get them copyrighted first or anyone may.. borrow a good passage?

Love Caliie xx
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
1:56 pm
Hi, I'm toria, I'm 19, from England and have always written. Thought I'd start showing people my stuff again...

*Is this any good?
*Can you picture the scene?
*Do you want to know what's going on?
*Do you want to know what happens next?
*Anything I should try to avoid/improve upon?
*I'm crap with apostrophes-help!

There is a tentative silence. They can hear the wind rustling the leaves outside, tempting the oranges and browns to fly instead of keeping grasp of the dying tree. The birds seem to quieten too, sensing the tension of this moment. The young woman is too faint to look, though her tears of hope and fear show she is thinking what the rest of them are, and what they are reacting to. Her head falls back onto the bearskin beneath her. A girl with pure worry written across her face dabs the young woman's cheeks, brushing her dark damp hair from her forehead, giving concerned looks beyond to the others. The tiny, silent bundle is passed to the oldest-looking woman, one of her gnarled fingers burrowing into it frantically. She grunts with frustration, removing her hand and wiping it on her gown. Everyone holds their breath. The very air seems to still. The breeze shoots suddenly in through the glassless window and lifts tendrils of the young woman's hair. After a heart beat that feels eternal, a tiny, rasping cry makes everyone exhale and let out an exhausted cheer. The bundle is passed to the young woman, her face red and wet with exertion and tears. She holds the baby, now struggling with the coarse brown blanket that is wrapped arounf it and screaming at the cold. She laughs with relief and cradles the infant closer to her chest, its head in the nook of her arm.Read more...Collapse )

Current Mood: it's snowinnnnng!
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005
12:35 pm
Ready Freddy is out

This isn't really an advertisement, because there are sections of my novels in these links.

If you like the strange and the weird, you will love this.

my second novel is out on booksurge.com. It should hit Amazon.com in a few weeks. You can check it out with this link here: booksurge.com link There are sections of both books in pdf. format that you cam read for free.

My first novel, Elitist Camelback Gaga, can be checked out at this link: Elitist Camelback Gaga
Amazon.com link

Come to my lj and read my stuff.
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
11:43 pm
Hey all!
I'm new to this community, and I've just got a few questions...

It said we can post our works in here and stuff... how much of that really happens? What's appropriate?

Just getting a feel for the way things work around here.


Current Mood: excited
Monday, November 22nd, 2004
1:16 pm
poetry critique
You are invited to join poetrycritique! We focus on giving constructive critique -- none of that "nice poem" or "that sucks" but real critique to help you with your style, meter, avoiding cliches, grammar, etcetera. Only join if you are willing to critique others' work, and please read the rules. Thanks!
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