always out of time and place. |
alone, in my head. alone, with headphones on.bittersweet melodies stoke a cold fire. you're laughing as i'm crying.is this how it must always be?///i'm plucking memories from the etheric past like fru...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Jul 2009 23:27:00 GMT |
i hear it's like the ocean. |
it starts with a drop,a few tiny pieces here and there,falling into place,little blot dots that run together like inkthrough thick fibers on the pageuntil a letter is formed,a word intuited,a whole th...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 07:37:00 GMT |
tell me where |
citroboti won't pick up those headphones, i won't pack up and move home, i am a caged bird that sings through an open doorway. what the fuck.less than 5 seconds ago from webcitrobotand so i'm such a h...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 01:11:00 GMT |
acquiesce |
what is the alternative to trust? to risk? what is the passion of giving up? at this moment in time it would be to die a little; a slow process of acquiescence to the mind's cold comfort of poisoned r...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 01:14:00 GMT |
music |
frozen curls of breath hang in the airlike fake cotton clouds hanging from strings of fishing line;a memory from something i saw on television,when i was a child.the air chisels away at the warmth in ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 18:42:00 GMT |
still, if you don't know... |
rest your troubled head upon my lap,
i'll twirl your hair into the yarn
of bedtime stories,
and my fingertips will trace
gentle lips kissed on your forehead.
for all the dreams we once held
ar...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 06:07:00 GMT |
as everything turns, turns, turns... |
my passage from one year to the next;you approached me with feet shuffling heavy against concrete with a sense of desperate purpose, and your shoulders squared against imaginary pails of water.i could...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 21:21:00 GMT |
i'll take everything |
It's hard for me to feel appreciated. It doesn't help that I tip-toe these scales of self-preservation and reckless investment.
I have never felt so much hope, yet tied to mountainous weights. It's...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 04:43:00 GMT |
until |
i'm a clockwork bird, wind me up and i sing, i take nickels and dimes, i'm cheap, but i'm worth taking the time.i know why the caged bird sings; the caged bird is me, with bars made of wantful things,...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:49:00 GMT |
cielo azul |
i called you my cielo azul. the words slipped from my heart without much thought, to my mouth, and then to my fingers. today i read this passage for the first time, that "love is an open sky. to be in...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:13:00 GMT |
