I am shutting down this xanga...

...and starting a new one! You know me - I love making xangas. Plus, this one doesn't feel like it fits me right anymore. Like wearing a size 5 shoe when I'm a 7.5 or 8. It's going to be all-protected though. You will only be on the list if you say something to me, so leave me a comment before I shut this down!!

I will, however, be automatically adding lvirden, limegreenideas/sublimewriter, & drock1990 (sorry Derek, I can't remember the rest of your username lol). They read my page/comment the most. If more than 10 people eventually want on the list, I'll just make 2 lists or whatever and repost things.

**I have a lot more things to put up, so right away there will be new things. Also, I'll be better with updating - mostly because of that.

<3 + chimo
yours truly,
Emily

this poem desires no title

e. rinehart

This is the start of a long line of poetry, a run-on if you will, a file smuggled into prison; the prison being “rules of poetry,” who are only crouching in the shadows; unable to put a stop to me—I worry them, I’ve told them how my poetry is born, how at conception the people are not considered, only the writer: this IS a poem, it’s simply breaking the rules to set me free; otherwise I might easily fall into the patterned trap I despise—I would rather be a fanatic—and apparently that’s how my mind works best; as a rebel, a non-conformist if you will (or even if you won’t), a way to prove that mismatching clothes are incredibly liberating once you start wearing them in your own fashion; in fact, this poem is just like me which may, perhaps, make sense as

I

am

the

author.

In The Blood

E. rinehart

Press a finger to a cloud

see the imprint left behind:

 Your finger bleeds

a talkative blood,

 Your blood sings a song.

i read the words it left behind

 I saw the ink stains on your hand;

your blood’s poetry whispers

 ‘So long.’

Flew

E. rinehart

I cast my eyes down

expecting him to stay,

but when I looked up again

he had gone away.

The First Time

E. Rinehart

Thou said ‘twas the first time(s)

         the very first

         the first time for thee;

Coincidentally,

          ‘twas also the first for me(.)

Last night was the first time(s)

          the very first

          the first time thou felt aright.

Ironically,

          ‘twas the first tears filled my sight(.)

I say ‘tis now finally time(s)

          finally ‘tis time

          finally time to break.

Curiously,

          ‘tis also now I fake.