writing again? |
march feels the first sighs of spring, barely warm, condensed against the bare shoulders and arms of wet roads,the moonscape of a fieldthe electricity in the reflection, cold sun off the spine of mogu...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 15:45:00 GMT |
do you believe in something beautiful |
feeling young, feeling stupid, feeling synthesizer veins lacing their way up my wrists beating so hard so alive. the sun's never warm but it's always golden. we're never right but we're always golden....
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 17:02:00 GMT |
home sick, homesick. |
empty china bowls left alone on tabletops, daggers of sunshine slicing into windows frosted with ice. this is where we have found ourselves (united by our scattered soliditary) after years (how many) ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 08:29:00 GMT |
silvery nights |
me and my mom: shards of watermelon candy in the space between my cheek and my braces, our matching strides, long and brisk. i have her hair, her eyes, the curve of her hips and stomach before she sta...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 19:18:00 GMT |
meet me at the construction site |
(yoinked from my livejournal. i didn't want it to get lost there)
i could be lonely but i feel like i have so much right now. or i had so much a few minutes ago. i dominated the shadows and the moon p...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:27:00 GMT |
musings on my internet double life |
i waste way too much time with formalities-and you?s, talk to you laters, those awkward attempts at forging relationships that are only as strong as the internet connection that brings us together. we...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:43:00 GMT |
don't wake me, i plan on sleeping. |
it's easier to write when your eyelids feel heavy and your fingers are still wide awake. i mostly just like the way this keyboard feels when i type kind of late at night and i'm a little bit at odds a...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 20:16:00 GMT |
and we sink, and we drown, and what was lost can never be found. |
what i really hate about my music tastes is that they overlap with the "scene". punk rock has evolved into trendy whatever-core stuff that you have to keep up with. there's these BANDS that people jus...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jan 2006 15:13:00 GMT |
another precisely calculated rant. |
we're all a little hollow on the inside.
you're enrapturing, scents and hair and that certain je ne sais quoi... fumbling words was once your domain now you've passed it on to me. we're drowning in ad...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 11:19:00 GMT |
proud of myself and the loner i've become. |
i like going out into the snow all by myself and looking really dumb cause my snowpants are purple and way too short and i have this hat that my german great aunt gave to me from austria and i like it...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 18:12:00 GMT |
