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Ok, after much thought and deliberation, I have decided to post that poem I was talking about a while ago. My thoughts on the matter: if you don't want to read my poetry, then don't read this post. Fair enough, consider yourself warned. Also, this is not a pg poem...it doesn't have swearing or violence... but just, if you don't like sexual type stuff, don't read. There, everyone has been warned, Kpk6 gets her own way, and the whole world is happy (and by the whole world I mean me). So, begin the poem:

Your mouth's caress upon my breast
You rip my clothes and tear my flesh.
Beating out a rhythm with your hips
You explore my body with you lips.
My arching back, in pleasure, in pain;
You hollow cries forget my name.

Breath intertwined, bodies exhaled.
I rest with you and I am impaled.
Shivering in heat, sweating in cold,
Lost within your desperate hold.
Hiding from glory, and basking in shame;
Your hollow cries forget my name.

My fingernails scratch your skin
And my body draws you deeper in.
You pull my hair and bite my neck
Until you sleep beneath my flesh.
Your crawling deep within my veins;
Your hollow cries forget my name.

So there you have it...my poem. I shall post about the regular hi-jinx-iness soon. Until then, adieu. More strangeness yet to come.

Like, Yo

So, the usually new musically challenged Caitlin is facing something she hasn't in a very long time: way too much music...it's like music overload. And, oh, it is glorious. So, yeah, it's just a matter of getting every song locked away into my brain somehow. Isn't life difficult? MWAHAHAHA! Now, I shall get a grip on myself. So far, my favs are the remixes of all the Gershwin tunes from back in the day. Just so everyone knows, Gershwin is amazing without the remixes, but is amazing after. Skill people, skill. ARG! I do NOT want school to start up so soon...I've had no break whatsoever, but tha is life, my friends. And Kpk6, I tried to call you back honestly! I will try again, and we shall chat. Aside from that, nothing is new, and nothing will be for a while. So there you go. And now, here I go. More strangeness yet to come.

Looking Downcast

Okay, so I know I've been away for a while. But there are good reasons for it. I went back home to visit the folks for a week, and then spent some time visiting with Jamie. My cat has forgiven me, why can't you? Now that my strange and somewhat needy/pathetic apology is complete, lets get down to the dirt: I did well in my summer semester (yes, it is a shock to me too. I mean, I really mastered the art of slacking this last semester) which means that I have only one semester left before I, Caitlin, am a graduate. Isn't that kinda freaky? Yeah, I thought so too. I mean, I'm still in the stage of life where I ponder if I can squeeze in one more hour of sleep before getting up...at noon. I don't think I'm ready for the adult world yet...I'm still quite attached to my Rainbow Brite and Jem t-shirts, as well as all the strange kiddy cartoons that I have stashed away for depressed days. I am not ready to join in with the mindless (sorry Mike, this does not, I repeat, does not include you... ... ...yeah, does not) drones that people become once they have left university. It's like people just cease to do the things that they enjoy, instead suffering to the big question of now that I have a degree, just what the hell can I do with it? The lucky ones figure this out before they grad and are able to retain their fun and crazy disposition (Holla Ranchdressing!), many others face more schooling, which prevents them from facing this dilemma. I do and don't. We shall see in December. Until then I will keep you posted as my world starts to spiral into a death twirl of anxiety, stress and despair. Gawd, where's the Chipmunk Adventure when I need it? More strangeness yet to come.

Truly Inspired

So, today while watching an episode of Instant Star (don't ask...yet another addictive Canadian show) I was really inspired by one of the songs on it. It's called Liar Liar by Alexz Johnson. I highly recomend it to anyone. It's pretty moving. So how was I inspired you ask? I shall tell you simply. I started to write again. No, not any of my crazy stories that are on the go, but my poetry (enter awkward glances at the door here, and mocking comments about English majors writing poetry. I know them all...mainly cause I've used them on others). I actually added onto one of my poems that I had figured was finished; apparently not. I'm not gonna put it up here, for two reasons: 1) I already have one up, and that was cheesy enough as it was. This blog is not meant to be my own personal poetry corner, so I won't inflict anymore on you; and 2)it's not entirely appropriate for this blog's pg-13 rating. Therefore, it shall remain in my little book of poetry, hidden away from all prying eyes. I just felt like writing on here because I'm feeling, well, inspired. I mean, come on, check the title. Like I wouldn't throw it in there again. And here I thought you knew me better. For shame. More strangeness yet to come.