Two streams of life-force approach each other
pacing,
circling.

Tentative mates to preserve the gene
of living every moment in awe
of hunger for knowledge
of scribbling madly to digest bite-sized truths
while trying our hands at making concrete enjoyments of life, even if only theoretically
of self-consciousness
of fear it'd all ring false

The imaginary young nestles against the conviction of the mother.

Celebrating your absence: the exquisite pain

To harbour a part of you (you don't know about) in my cliched heart

Let the literal pump do its job
In my veins the memories I can gather,
I thank you for the nourishment.

geek-girl gushing
I'm in love with LG kc910 renoir
which was featured on this week's digital life
*virtual squeal*
and its cheap.
let me correct myself
i'm a geek auntie

This is really good stuff, if you're into developmental issues like me:
http://www.oxfam.org.uk/resources/fp2p/downloads/fp2p.pdf

Tenderness one-sided

I wish I could
place in your hand a knife sharpened with desperate hope
And I thought up a role for you:
an assassin in the deep of the night comes to knock at my door
The valves spring open even before my knowing chirp of "Who's there?"
Plump with life (-time of longing)
the muscle invites
...finally?

But you go on with your everyday life
Mundanity in broad daylight inversely proportionate to the yawning chasm-ic scale of my fantasy.

I put on the bored face of a boring nerd.

The victim-denied clenches her fist under the vandalised table (surprisingly all lamentations none declarations of love)
holding onto the bitterness, though not quite intense enough - that is the only taste of her life.