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January 27th 2010 11:52
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Sami Catt
Caulfield North, Victoria, AUSTRALIA
Joined March 23rd 2008
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- About Me
- I am a Philiosophy and Film Studies student at Monash University.
Recent Posts First Verse to a Sad SongJanuary 21st 2010 21:49
Back home and long ago, Long again, long to go, She wept alone, in the bath, With the radio, Loud, so that deep within, She couldn't hear the screams, Of him on the gin again, Shaking his fists again...
For Elliot, Prufrock and MaryJanuary 21st 2010 01:26
And I suppose there may be time
To reflect and wonder, Did I dare? and Did I dare? Time to step off and keep my feet bare, With a healthy glow and engaging flair, [They will say: How his colour has returned!] My moderately priced clothing, labeless but fitting firm, My bag practical and nameless, but lasting and stern- [They will say: But how the colour in his cheeks has returned!] Did I dare? Take the potential damage so far? In a second there is time, For decisions and non-decisions to stop your heart. For I have spent time with them all already, tried them all- Have been awake through evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have written a hundred soundtracks, I walk around to silent tunes, Through dirty speakers I can hear the lyrical scrawl, Tiptoeing through the crowd from another room, You too, should I presume? For I have heard them all already, listened to them all, The eyes that drift and skip and stay, And when looking around at naked skin, When I am picturing you naked and wriggling on the floor, I know exactly how to begin, To speak and sway and laugh and play, I can stop and I know how to resume, For I have tried them all already, known them all- Bodies which are tanned and smooth and bare [And in the lamplight, heaving, naked, with no hair!] Is it a designer dress? Sitting on my floor in a mess? Chests that puff and sweat a little, And how did this begin? And how did we make it here? Well I say, I have walked at dawn through cobbled streets, And breathed smoke that circles from the night, And laughed at lonely men in shirt-sleeves, wondering which way the wind blows I should have worn my other jeans, Tighter, darker, more stayed. And the next night, next day, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by new fingers, Asleep tired and she lingers, Stretched across the bed, here beside me, Should I, after making coffee and bacon and eggs, Have the will and strength to start you up again? But though I have yawned and fasted, yawned and dazed, Though I have seen my wings falling, melted and waxy, I am no prewritten story and here is no final stammer; I have seen my moment of greatness dazzle, And I have seen the eternal doorman take my coat and stagger, And in short, I was awake. And was it all worth it? After all, After the shots, the cigarettes, the peak, Among the cobbled streets, among some licking between you and me, Was is all worth while? To have bitten the matter in half and smiled? To have squeezed a week into a ball, To swallow it and ask some trivial question, To say: I am Icarus, and I dont care, Im here to live it all, I shall live it all- If two, setting a pillow by their heads, Should say: My life is not like this, Not like this........at all. And it was all worth while, after all, All of it was worth while, After the sunrises and the backyards and the twinkling streets, After the festivals, after the shots, after the skirts that lay around the floor- After this, there is no more. It is not available to everyone is what I mean! But as if some magic lottery had thrown others like me to me: It was all worth while, If all of those, sharing a pillow, a dance floor, And opening the window, softly say It is not bed time at all, Not at all.
Pretty GirlJanuary 11th 2010 21:49
You are the prettiest girl in the airport departure lounge,
I hope that I am sitting next to you.
Translate itDecember 10th 2009 10:13
We cannot know and cannot know,
We cannot show and cannot show, We cannot begin to share the things that are in our heads
Wow gosh oh my youDecember 10th 2009 10:11
Wow you are beautiful, the way your hair,
Gosh you are adorable, the way your laugh, Oh my you are unforgettable, the way your smile
Love, love, stab, stabDecember 10th 2009 10:10
She loved his smile, loved his eyes
He loved her passion, loved her thighs,
Warp WoopDecember 10th 2009 10:06
They bend and they bend, the dancing wonderings of my mind,
Again and again I change and play with my desires, Repent and repent for the things that I have done that I ought not
There is a differenceNovember 29th 2009 01:43
There is a difference between loving yourself and loving your reflection, With the world of others as your mirror,
You remind meNovember 27th 2009 07:13
You remind me of a clothing store.
That never doesn't have a 70% off sale.
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