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 Jul 2011 Annabel
r h e a
United in ties
were the joy's of growing up together
enjoying friendship, sharing sorrows
expressing concern delight
endured to Us by the intimacy of years........

Guiding us through this long period
was the same parental ***** we belonged to.
A witness to All,
that sheltered happiness, strife, good will

We, want to follow a commandment
that says-man should love his neighbour
as natural as breathing, but,
Sibling's,
We found substitue's???
Now, in confusion,
strife, sorrow and misery
Where are "We" ?
The "We" that used to be
We,
flesh of the same flesh,
blood of the same blood.
How, more false
can we be,
as natural
as breathing easily???
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Rhandom Rhymer
Lost.
One heart.
Possibly stolen.
Please do not break.
If found at your feet, please return or nurture.
Chest empty. Will accept trade, one for one.
Reward offered.
Contact *** ***
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Kimmy-Nichole
so this just in.
last night, after a grueling  day of nanny-ing, I went to  the davis consignment store and broused around   finding some numerous  cute tops and shorts as well as purchasing 2 new books to add to my reading collection ( i just finished the time travelers wife.)
so than  around 4pm  I  was heading to B st  where I   was meeting with my future roomate, who by the was amazingly nice and pretty and has a boyfriend and turns 21 in september. Im so excited to leave parkside apts - living in north davis is such a drag. Central Davis here I come  ( Ill be living   5 minutes to  UC davis, an amazing arbotreum, pools, the davis Arc and frat  row and party city. This is going to be the best thing  that has happened to me.)
So after that  I went back to my  apt  and as giddly as ever, called my mom to  tell her my amazing roomate  news.   ( mY moms finally really proud of me. I am working 2 full time jobs as a nanny  from 8:30 am  to 2:30 pm than my night nanny job  4:30 pm to 5:30 am except on wed thur fridays.)
so it being my night off, i   figured why not go out.  so my apartment neighbor whom i met at the gym friend jesse who is 29, studied as a foreign exchange student in finland for a year, gotten a dui, is a davis townie, went to a  college called will-am-eit  and was in a fraternity out there. he is fun to go out with and bar hop in downtown with; the last time i was  out with jesse, i went to a bar called sophias than later on met up with my ex crush who is this charming dbag from winters named chad and got fun drunk. Well in aims for that spirit again we started off  by drinking and laughing at my apt . we decided to go lay out by the hot tub  and drank beer  being sillly kids. we decided to hit up downtown davis for this bar called the grad. It was beach themed  country line dancing night. Yeah , being alone because  your friend is off showing off his line dancing with precision kinda moves and meeting line dancing babes in bikinis ...awkward for sure. so amungst bying my own 2 beers which were hand picked by my big  and sure of himself bartender, which eventually  led to my  very  interesting night of drunken madness. It kicked off on as previously mentioned on the way to the grad which lead to me leaving with this older woman in a cab to another bar that was supposed to be more enertaining.  I ended up forgetting my id at the grad, my phone was dead and to top it all off  i didnt know anyone s number at the top of my head.  i decided to take matters in to my own feet and chose to hoof it back to my apt on f street. god, what a long and stupering night that was.  when i finally made it, out of exhaustion and drunkness , i  collided onto my neighbors couch still in    last nights outfit. karla  woke me up at 7 :30 and i showered  feeling super ****** and groggy , i couldnt eat or drink. I had work at 8:30. not feeling so hot, i was slowly getting through the day. the kids and i all layed on and under blankets and stuffed animals, and i told stories. it was really cute and relaxing. i love those kids.prior to that i threw up. after that it was time to drop off timothy at therapy, than abigail and abraham at speech therapy. I threw up in the bathroom, and on the sideof the minivan in front of ruth and timothy. ugh.    
so  than after i talked to my neighbor  slash ex boyfriend patrick about getting in connection with a a herb that helps me feel better by increasing my appittie and helping me sleep. he provided wth that special  herb. while sitting and smoking, i felt the spark that we used to have. i confessed to sleeping with a guy i met in newport two weeks ago on the fourth of july when i went back home. patrick told me he has hooked up with this slutty townie girl, and i wish them both std free happyness.

here i am typing away , getting sleepier and sleepier. Tonight will be a  early night indeed. i love my new spirit and i love who i am. i love where i am going. i will not exceed more alcohol than my tiny light weight body can handle.. Well it feels good to write. i know i must get back on that writing more often. until next time,
-Kimmy
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Raj Arumugam
come, it is a cool evening;
it is time for the body to rest
and the mind to withdraw within;
let us play then
a raga for this evening:
notes and a rhythm and a flow
that shall bring quiet, peace and calm in one’s being;
and perhaps as you play
the melody and  magic
might induce me into a state
of inspired words that might come out as song and verse
that might bring ease and stillness
to all that might hear us play and sing
poem based on painting, "An Evening's Music" (Indian; artist unknown) between 1760 and 1790; Medium: opaque watercolor and gold on paper; Brooklyn Museum
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Juliana
I never talk to the guy outside the store.
With his green eyes,
he towered over me.
He was the type
girls like me avoided,
but today I stopped to ask what he was doing.
Maybe it was the enticing smell of sweets
or the sugar high I was on
I don't remember why I bothered,
He was completely lost
in a whole other world
and with a simple word
He grabbed my mind and led me
someplace I'd never explored before.
It's the place where dreams
are more than simply dreams.
Where walking forward would take you to your past,
where words mean more than a narrow-minded fool
could possibly comprehend.
The penny candy store beyond the El is where I first fell in love,
I'm still falling.
 Jul 2011 Annabel
Marsha Singh
I thought
I know—

I'll write a poem about another love,
one of those boys from
one of those poems
that I wrote
before you,

and in doing so
I will ease this ache,
I will appease
the part of me
that just wants
to be wanted,

you know?

But, no—
I couldn't conjure their kisses,
nor did I want to.
They were just 
boys from 
those poems
that I wrote
before you.
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