crosstown bus

City lights don't ignite me
like they did
many early sunrises ago.

Instant gratification:
there's a stop requested please.
Stay. Still and Wait.

Sooner than later.
Just put the time in now,
to feel released.

Passion not in the way,
a dimming background fader.

We are all in the same
broken down subway cart,
running late, for that early meeting.

something i never looked at this way before

Sometimes the only hope we are given can?t be found in religion or faith
but in the ten-day forecast. Just as we have to believe that spring will come,
we have to believe that change will happen, and the bad will fade away and eventually
leave room for the change that we deserve.

Whether it be room for love, or forgiveness or a small but needed reminder of the good.
All my life I?ve tried to believe in the future, and put a lot of weight on the fact
that change is inevitable. And that time, the one thing we can?t control,
changes things.

At times I was begging for this change to come, and pleaded for some kind of difference in my life.
Living a life of indifference makes the shortest moments
last a tortuous lifetime. I know. I?ve lived that moment too long.

Other times, when I?ve faced and accepted the best and worst parts of myself,
I?ve begged for those moments to never end. And I?ve wanted to wade in the depth of those thickest moments,
and gotten carried away and lost by their weight and significance.

Love has a lot to do with timing. We all ask: when is it going to be time for me?
Am I ready for love now? We tell ourselves we feel ready. It?s all around us?love.
I?ll look at a stranger passing me, try to stare in his eyes, and want him to be the one.
I?ll want the search to be over, finally. And I?ll stop being so strong and so alone.

So detached and so seemingly replaceable. Love is supposed to be patient but isn?t this a little ridicules?
It looks easier, all around us, the way people just seem to
slide into shared lives together. I turn the bass up louder to drown in all out,
add another shot to my stomach. And cross another day off the calendar.

When will it be okay for me give all of myself to someone. To let him all the way in.
To let him know that he can?t live without me. That I?m worth big sacrifices with little compromises.
When will it be okay to be open and vulnerable and brave and fearless and no so hard, not so closed,
not so distance from the words I say, from the feelings I feel?

When can I show that I?m scared of being alone? That I dream of sharing my bed with someone warm,
who wraps his arms around me so tight, squeezing out any doubt.

I let go of the waiting game, when I feel like I?m losing. And instead I look up the ten-day forecast again.

My response to public question on the Internet

What is loneliness?
'Why' is loneliness?
'How' is loneliness?
'Where' is loneliness?'
'Who' is loneliness?



Best Answer - Chosen By Voters
Like shade like volumes lengthened to nothing to one drop of hair of DNA of prism like lightness of my former self alone left without Question.

refugee post

Unfortunately for "Express"

my two blogs I post news stuff on are shut down for maintenance.

Good for me, because I should actually, be writing poetry and not caring what blogger "Chip" thinks.

Here it is, reason #378 there is racism.

"Nappy Headed Little Mormon?"

May 10, 2007 | 6:30 AM
Category: News
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Featured On: MyFoxBoston

Aparently, the "Rev." Al Sharpton has uttered a public "racist" statement against Mitt Romney's religion. What wil be the public response? What will be the press's response? (VB basically gave him a "mulligan" this AM, and instead criticized Mitt....blame the victim, VB?) Will his resignation be demanded (can you be fired as the sef proclaimed champion of the down-trodden?)? Will Jesse Jackson come out against him and his reprehensible statements?

My bet: Not likely. All "isms" are not created equal.

END OF POST.

It is hard for me to believe that this is popular opinion, FoxNews highlighted on their front page. "BloggerChip" is very enthusiastic about the Bush Administration and told me I should be ashamed at myself for making fun of Dick Cheney's quail hunting extravaganza all the while profiting from the countless "kids" he sends to Iraq to fire real guns, even now, because it is still so metaphorical. ______> should go write and chill and not worry and write.

back away and mean it

do not back away gently

it only makes it more ok

hidden in you, cloaked in honey sweat,

a mask of drained red wine.

yet i embrace the moment, clearly
dark gray to light blue to pink to light.

sky brightens tired eyes

gentle fingers slip down my side and find me.

do not back away gently,

it only makes it more ok

it only means now i know, it's a risk.

This is a path

with a lot of

trap doors

And sometimes

I can't see them all

This is a path

with a lot of trap doors

And sometimes

I don't know

how deep I am

This is a path

with a lot of trap doors

and there is no point in going anywhere

until I have a plan

evening hymn

The War in Iraq
is like a persistent alert
blaring like pre paid cell phone speaker music
from a high schooler exalted pressed against you like flypaper exterminating bugs...on the T.
No less... no more.

Internaly pumping, reminding me of my friend I got arrested with'
s Younger Brother.

-D-E-S-I-A-T-O that's his last name, for now.

He would have liked that.
Travis! No more everyone-told-you-sos
Just THANK YOU
for that moment you
trulyKept Our Blessed Nation Safe.

I'm glad they talked you out of college.

Peace is the prayer of the agnostic.

Night pavings

I have a short or non existant achilles heel, how poetic.
Pain has a new meaning with definition.
I'm rolling in herbaceous memories his head surrendering to my lap...
I'm in love with tear drops and shrugs.
'Night pavings', read the sign we passed in the dark, and I havent't left that road for good.

New Website

Hey

...check out my new website...

http://web.mac.com/dianalabrecque

:)

more writing on there too.
but not as exciting has here though.

Forecast

Sometimes the only hope we are given can't be found in
religion or faith but in the ten-day forecast. Just as
we have to believe that spring will come,we have to
believe that change will happen, and the bad will fade
away and eventually leave room for the change that we
deserve.

Whether it be room for love, or forgiveness or a small
but needed reminder of the good. All my life I've
tried to believe in the future, and put a lot of
weight on the fact that change is inevitable. And that
time, the one thing we can't control,changes things.

At times I was begging for this change to come, and
pleaded for some kind of difference in my life. Living
a life of indifference makes the shortest moments last
a tortuous lifetime. I know. I've lived that moment
too long.

Other times, when I've faced and accepted the best and
worst parts of myself, I've begged for those moments
to never end. And I've wanted to wade in the depth of
those thickest moments, and gotten carried away and
lost by their weight and significance.

Love has a lot to do with timing. We all ask: when is
it going to be time for me? Am I ready for love now?
We tell ourselves we feel ready. It's all around
us--love. I'll look at a stranger passing me, try to
stare in his eyes, and want him to be the one. I'll
want the search to be over, finally. And I'll stop
being so strong and so alone.

So detached and so seemingly replaceable. Love is
supposed to be patient but isn't this a little
ridicules? It looks easier, all around us, the way
people just seem to slide into shared lives together.
I turn the bass up louder to drown it all out, add
another shot to my stomach. And cross another day off
the calendar.

When will it be okay for me give all of myself to
someone. To let him all the way in. To let him know
that he can't live without me. That I'm worth big
sacrifices with little compromises. When will it be
okay to be open and vulnerable and brave and fearless
and no so hard, not so closed, not so distance from
the words I say, from the feelings I feel?

When can I show that I'm scared of being alone? That I
dream of sharing my bed with someone warm, who wraps
his arms around me so tight, squeezing out any doubt.

I let go of the waiting game, when I feel like I'm
losing. And instead I look up the ten-day forecast
again.

movie review for school paper

Catch and Release: Needs More Bait
by Diana Lee LaBrecque
An unlikely cast comes together in Susannah Grant’s latest light-hearted drama flick, Catch and Release. Grant is best known for writing feminist movies such as Erin Brockovich and In Her Shoes. Her newest film centers around Jennifer Garner’s character dealing with the death of her fiancé and about the kind of man he was. With emotional support from her alcoholic and uptight friends played by Kevin Smith and Sam Jaeger respectively, they all deal with life after death. Secrets unravel and the truth comes out about the people we think we know and the people we think we are. Playing the bad-boy love interest of Garner is Deadwood’s Timothy Olyphant. He’s the stereotypical black sheep loner trying to rediscover himself in a crisis. Juliette Lewis (The Other Sister) appears part way through the movie as the dead fiancé’s ex-lover.
Though the story line is just as enjoyable as discounted shoes, the consistency of the actors reminds the audience that somehow not every actor can pull off a romantic comedy. Garner’s performance is mediocre and unconvincing. It seems as if she really is confused by the mix of both drama and comedy in this film and never really picks one way to act, so she sticks with casual indifference. Quirky Kevin Smith is pretty reliable and predicable as the mourner who turns to drinking and drugs to escape. He can be confirmed as the comic relief whose one-liners break any hope of their being any sense of drama in a film dealing with death. . Lewis plays a vegan, masseuse with a kid who is looking for a father figure. Her character was over-the-top and annoying after her first scene.
Character development and chemistry aside, the story gives a nice escape on a Sunday afternoon. It could be considered a date movie but don’t look for true love to be seen on the screen—it’s more like the two main characters are saying: ‘I guess we can hook up cause you’re the best looking one here and I’m lonely’. On a side note, Garner should stick with her usual gigs of physical acting, and stay clear from movies where she is required to show any physical emotions.
There’s no real connection between any of the character but they did a nice job of pretending they didn’t notice the lack of talent in each scene. But as an audience member it’s hard to ignore the weak scenes and unmotivated dialogue. It’s good to know before sitting down in the theater that the movie is over two hours so that way you have plenty of time to get used to the poor acting and get more comfortable with the setting taking place in a house almost the entire time. Though it takes a while to get used to the weaknesses of the movie, especially the love relationship that really comes out of nowhere, by the end you still want all the characters to end up happy.
The preview did a very accurate job of making this movie look conventional and bad but it’s still almost worth seeing if you can’t decide what run of the mill chick flick to see. If Susannah Grant could have found at least one actor whose had more than five years of real film acting then maybe her script could have had a chance. But what she got stuck with was a good-looking cast that doesn’t know how to fully develop characters and a predictable afternoon snack kind of script. (You don’t really need it but it’s not going to kill your dinner, either.)
Final Grade: C+

Calf to cow, ashes to Atom

She still wants to live
Just not
in this world

He would have wanted
to live longer
in another lifetime


confluence over euthanasia
doctors arguing for a show
admistered his last anasthesia...
It was his time to let go

We all survive in oblivion
and before you return to Denial,
stay with me one more moment,

you can remember,

just for
awhile