the skin and touch never lies |
and the notes pour through in inferior speakers and i lay. disconnected. from life.from myself..how did this become acceptable?..and im five again playing pretendhiding out from the world only believi...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:31:00 PST |
this. |
there are so many words in the english languageand only one....only one that only skims the surface of this unity
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:42:00 PST |
suchabigheart |
i used to be tolerable, almost happy with the silence.at the end of a sentence.the silence that hangs ever long between meand you.uncomfortable.paranoid.jealous?iam.days grown long and my eyes have tr...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 05:06:00 PST |
and im almost lost. |
and its never ending.the low hum of my car.from night to nightsleep becomes less important as 60 seems cold and less comfortable less like february.the slow turn of my skin.as bags get fatterand the n...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 09:27:00 PST |
and ill pretend its all just skimming the surface. |
this is about how your hands happen to fall in the right placesthis is about not wanting to leavebeing pulled in 3 different directions this is about something new.and the guilt that comes along with ...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 09:57:00 PST |
i.am.you are. they are.this is. as is. |
maybe its the summer breeze sliding overcollar bones colliding the persuasive nudge fromhips to backs arched to neck to nosefrom hands to hands from season to seasonlife rolls onand internal denial pe...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Sun, 27 May 2007 08:31:00 PST |
the low hum of tension in your blatent staring. |
hips protrude and the back archesthis is the ease of tension passive agressive nights spent in a car the summer slowly seeps through our windowsand im back.impatient and wide eyedsharing cigarettesmy ...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Tue, 22 May 2007 07:15:00 PST |
freckles and all |
ive had broken social scene on repeat for hours now eyes closed and remembering the long rides around how you looked at me when you thought i wasnt paying attention and how nervous you made me when i ...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:55:00 PST |
solidarity |
a life of communal solidarity
the akward interaction between strangers
this isnt about a revolution,
this isnt about self help for the good of the people
this is about the grocery store and city str...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 01:14:00 PST |
and hours from goodbye to hello feel like days |
and im here1300 miles from the place i know i should be with nothing but keys and a vesselas much as i want to go home to a face i shouldnt have turned away fromas much as i need to pick up the phone ...
Posted by i.am.mistelle.amber on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:22:00 PST |
