October 2011
1 post
September 2011
1 post
Rub the sleep from your eyes
with fingernails clawing,
scratching marks down your face
physical blemishes of an unearthly pain
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
3 posts
And the world -right now- smells of a place that I have been once before.
This air, these surroundings, fill you until you swim (drown) in the overwhelming nostalgia of it all. Kicking off the bottom of your world, trying to break through the surface of your own being
with smoke so thick and scents so strong that never again will your thoughts be clear of these memories,
moments
...
April 2011
2 posts
February 2011
7 posts
quit art
Five words were all he said to me that season.
That season where damp necks reign,
toes dance in thick air
and bodies lie still near windows
waiting.
Five words that hung suspended like glitter
sticking to my skin
never leaving my mind
falling on my floor.
January 2011
6 posts
December 2010
2 posts
“My desire is to flee. To flee what I know, to flee what is mine, to flee what I...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via spiracles)
The 100 most beautiful words in the English language
Ailurophile A cat-lover. Assemblage A gathering. Becoming Attractive. Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks. Brood To think alone. Bucolic In a lovely rural setting. Bungalow A small, cozy cottage. Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye. Comely Attractive. Conflate To blend together. Cynosure A focal point of admiration. Dalliance A brief love affair....
November 2010
7 posts
September 2010
11 posts
Childhood is the frenzied rush of dusk,
the last minute snatches of light before we sink into the arms of night
to be held there until day will once again release us
August 2010
3 posts
All i want is the best for our lives my dear
July 2010
15 posts
No, you don’t know your own soul
As you float above and move with planets you couldn’t pick it down below.
As its elusive form darts from you and melds with other life,
you’ll find your body sinking
and mind spilling out light
