Me


The parents
The babe
The woods
The sea
The two older sisters
The little brother
The Chicago lakefront
Me

I have blonde hair
I pluck my eyebrows
I have my father's nose, I have my mother's hands
I have crooked teeth
and green eyes
I like art
I used to get sick alot
I like the color of wine
I cheated on boyfriends
I've owned fake ID
But my hair is still blonde
and my teeth are still crooked
and I probably won't always like
the color of wine

I have firm breasts
I have lips that always smile
I have veins that bleed
I laugh when I'm nervous
I feel the pain of others
but cry for no reason
I like open flame
I've been selfish since a child
I'm from the north
but hate the cold
I've cheated on diets
I've faked applications
But I still bleed
and my lips still smile
and my breasts won't always be firm

I have strong shoulders
I have fair skin
I have a Swiss face
I borrowed from my grandmother
I have long nails on my right hand
which break regularly
My little toe is strange
I write
I used to make wreaths from dandelions
I brush my hair before bed
I cheated on tests
I faked flirtatious French accents
But I still have fair skin
and my nails still break
and I probably won't always have
strong shoulders
and I may not always write
But maybe I'll start
making wreaths
from dandelions again.
~~~~~Jewel


The little world of childhood with
its familiar surroundings is a model
of the greater world.
The more intensively the family has stamped its character upon the child,
the more it will tend to feel and see its earlier miniature world
again in the bigger world of adult life.
Naturally, this is not a conscious, intellectual process.
~~~~~C.G.Jung

Traffic

Throw yourself
into the traffic of
his desire
XXXunpredictable
XXXred sports car
no helmet in hand
your heart a potential
red smear
in the headlight of
his rear view mirror.
~Jewel


Someone to Know Me
At first it seemed shocking
but now the idea
tickles my tongue.
and intrigues my curiosity
beyond the ability
to rationalize or resist:

I want to live with you!

I want to wake
each morning
in your arms

comforted by your oddness

seduced by your knowledge
of my ways.

I want to care for you

brush your hair
put lotion on your scars

and pet you at bedtime,
watching your eyes close slow
XXXlike a child's
heavy with the thousand things
that filled your day.

~Jewel

A smile can open a heart
Quicker than a key
Can open a door.
~Javan

Here I go again
XXReaching out again
XXXProbably, gonna get hurt again
XXXXBut at least I've got to try

So here I go again
XXReaching out again
XXXOne more time again
XXXXBut just a little more ~
XXXXXXXXtentatively

Today I passed you on the street
You gave me a smile as our eyes did meet
In the rush of the day
There was only time
To take a picture within my mind
But later sometime at my home again
When the dark of the night and the lonelies set in
I'll flip the pages of my mind
and the picture of you I will find
Then through the night I will hold to you
a stranger that I never knew

My Kids

What the hell....
go ahead and put all your eggs in one basket!