-Little Shauna-'s Journal

Friday, July 23rd, 2004

Subject:	-another poem-
Time:	1:50 am.
Mood:	lonely.
Music:	Switchfoot x DAre You To Move.

this poem isnt by me.

She Rememebers The Tearful Farewell Scene
By: Erieann Corrigan

For weeks now, my mother has been stacking linens
and sweaters in piles on the sofa. I've gained
eighteen pounds in the past two months and the small
square refrigerator already sits in the car's trunk,
smugly. But the surgeons have just reopened
your stitches and I don't know how to tell you
I'm leaving for college. If you had a bowl
of porridge cooling on the nightstand, I'd think
we were on the set of a play about the infirmary
of a boarding school. Cots of abandoned
boys and their terse and hurried nurses.

I miss your old room with the guitar
in the corner, the curtain I could tug
around us for privacy. They've shaved
the top of your head again and the staples
are back in place along your scalp.
And I tell you like it's no big deal. I'll just
see you on weekends and you grab
a hank of hair and yank my face closer,
then remember to be gentle and pet
me a little, sighing College Girl.

When I ask you for advice, I mean
I promise not to baffle my brain
with acid like you. I promise to come home
intact. Your whole mouth works to form
the words you want before you manage
to pronouce: egg crate. And then louder:
egg crate. Again, agitated — egg crate. It takes
the sternest nurse to settle you back against the sheets,
to explain you mean the orthopedic foam between
the mattress and your back. She says
You can pick one up at Caldors. Looks down
at you and adds He's been sleeping much better
with his. And you tug a few strands of my hair
again, nodding triumphantly. And I say Sure
thing. And I tell you Good-bye.

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Thursday, July 22nd, 2004

Subject:	-next poem-
Time:	5:09 am.
Mood:	cranky.
Music:	birds chirpping....does that mean its bed time?.

Ok this is my second poem. This one is about a friend of mine who got killed in grade school

Breathing

I remember the day
Its so clear in my mind
There was a fight
Cause some guy threatened me
The night before,
you sang to me
I remember that so clear
everything that happened to you
happened to me
all in the course of 24 hours
I lost my best friend
I lost my first love
I remember the last words said
You called me your 'baby girl'
you told me you'd always love me
I hugged you
told you to be careful
you were careful
he apparently wasnt.
Now I lay here
slowly breathing
waiting for the day
when I can see you once again
You're my baby boy
always have bee since we were 11
always will be forever

I wrote this in 9th grade...

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Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

Subject:	First Poem
Time:	4:16 am.
Mood:	nervous.
Music:	some show in megans room about fat people.

this is my first poem that Im posting on here. just a 'trial run' I guess u could say. here it goes. oh, and the poem doesnt have a name...

I realized something...
I feel safe with you
It may seem...
crazy, strange...
maybe even unusual
but thats just to me.
Geez, I can only imagine how u feel
what words
are running through your mind.
I care about you...
Apparently you care about me too
or at least to some extent
cause if you didnt,
would you tell me where I was?

if the person that this is written about doesnt realize it, then no one will probably...

comment and tell me what you think

-shauna

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Tuesday, July 20th, 2004

Subject:	new
Time:	3:49 pm.
Mood:	annoyed.
Music:	bella morte x whispers.

Ok, this is my creative writing journal. When I get a few more poems and shit together, I'll probably start posting. if I post something you dont like or whatever, dont comment bitching at me about it cause I will basically tell you where to go.

-shauna

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