inamorata (or a swan song for the scorpion) |
"i don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it showsi can taste you on my lips and smell you on my clothescinnamon and sugary and softly spoken liesyou never know just how you look through other peopl...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Jan 2010 11:33:00 GMT |
icarus |
Icarus (Greek: <º±Á¿Â, Latin: Íkaros, Etruscan: Vicare) is a character in Greek mythology. He is the son of Daedalus, and is commonly known for his attempt to escape Crete by flight, which e...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:02:00 GMT |
making a Mark. |
As many of you know, I struggle with some serious health issues, and things have been particularly difficult lately. Besides the obvious (lack of a) current job market, it has been extremel...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 18:36:00 GMT |
poisoned flowers |
Spring Showers & Poisoned Flowers The flowers grow this time of year, dont they?My skin blooms purple and blueLike spring blossomsAnd the red rivulets in all the wrong placesLike tulips dying in frac...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 11:43:00 GMT |
sweet sleep-talker |
Sweet Sleep-talker
Entire worlds born on your tongue
blown softly from your lips
easily as words.
&...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:04:00 GMT |
what i see |
"This is a tree on fire with love, but it's still scary since most people think love only looks like one thing instead of the whole world"
[brian andreas]
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:43:00 GMT |
LacyLee&BeccaBaby |
by sirenna rebecca.
The SecessionSpeeding through tunnels of black,Surrounded by fireworks, nocturnalFlowers, like the ones we used to pickBack when we were odd and estranged from this world.The park ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:39:00 GMT |
rejection |
Rejection
the sting. the burn.
the shame. the hunger.
the wonder. (what is it about me they fear?)
but mostly the monstrous contradiction
whispering into my ears,
&nb...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 04:03:00 GMT |
holiday girls |
Holiday Girls
We live like holidays.
Christmas & Halloween, New Year's Eve.
We dress up like who we want to be and
We dance like a dream, like visions of sugarplums through this town
And midnight ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 19:37:00 GMT |
i dare you. |
Better With Rain
I always looked better with Rain in my hair
Slipping down the fragile strands
Slick and jeweled like a nymph.
I thought of all the cinema kisses
And said, 'It's raining, let's danc...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 19:15:00 GMT |
