Mag Butterfly

Hey Wiki-ers: I am new here, and I'm trying my best to make connections...

So here's my written brain, and if you want to respond - Please do! Open and waiting, Maggie

2/27

Alcove

I'm a week away from sixteen,

I don't know how to drive.

He's infamous he sings he

brings light

to the situation, broken heart and an operation

now all's clear

so he can move in

so he can move in and take

exactly what he'd like.

She thinks in rhythm and tunes

and compares her mattress to quicksand

and fortress

pillows galore; a menagerie with lions already roaring:

I think it's time she opened up and sang

I told her this but the phone rang so

I'm one week away from sixteen,

I don't know how to drive.

So whatever tomorrow brings,

I'll take it

pay it back to earth three times

Cash in my Chips

Spend my living on rhymes.

I am sixteen in one week,

I don't know how to drive.

2/25

Aimee Mann! Aimee Mann is suddenly the spokesman for my heart! She is fucking genius!

Save Me (excerpt)

You look like a perfect fit

for a girl in need of a tourniquet

but can you save me? c'mon and save me

if you could save me from the ranks of the freaks who suspect

they could never love anyone

La la la...I think I need to stop having a 98 percent male friendship base. It's really screwing with me ;p

Also, may I just say to the whole community: I have looked at these pages extensively. When I first met Jasmine, I think there was a lot of pain in her that she couldn't explain to anyone, not to me or anyone in Compuhigh.I know she was looking for the right kind of love and support...and the fact that you guys have provided it, that people have realized what an awesome girl she is...well, god, I'm really grateful!

2/23 I wrote this last night while I was a bit delerious:

Untitled Fiction

It was never fully explained to me why Jesse sat the way he did, all curled in a ball like that, but then no one really liked to explain Jesse much. He and I had a sort of symbiotic relationship ­ he provided the personal pillar I craved, I watched out for him. When I first met him I was a little frightened of him, I must admit, but we grew accustomed to each other awfully quick.

See, I'm small. Really, really small. I'll get to that later. But Jesse, Jesse is a big person ­ not so tall that he is at all abnormal, but tall enough to protect me, and blond and a bit of an introvert. I met him one evening out ­ after hours of wandering aimlessly through the city, I ran into some club and there he was. Sitting by the door, the hair a little shiny, just enough to bounce light onto his profile.

He was gorgeous. Despite having his knees pulled up on the chair like he was 6, not sixteen, he was absolutely a perfect specimen of the human race (appearance-wise, at least). So I rubbed the cold out of my eyes, paraded up to him, and sat on his shoulder.

Well, sort of. I stood on it, if we'd like to talk technical. And no, it didnıt hurt him. I am really, really small. Wish I werenıt sometimes, but hey, no giant ever asked to be big either.

He was rude to begin with. Asking me all kinds of questions; screaming them over the already howling music (I really donıt get this whole hardcore punk shit; itıs just noise, and whatıs the good in that?) ­ I had a lot of explaining to do, apparently, if I wanted to keep his company. Iım not sure why I did at the time, but it just seemed so pointless for me to continue my little existence without someone to take care of me.

So there you have the creation of this wacky combination ­

Fairy (the winged kind, with funny little overlong features and powers, yes.)

And Male Teenager (the sad, poetry writing sweet kind, absolutely)

And then he had to go and die on me, the bastard!