want two... |
an old cliche goes like this: it's not having what you want, it's wanting what you have.i want to want what i have and have been blessed with, i always want something else and now i just want peace: s...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 15:58:00 GMT |
want one... |
memories like haunting ghosts, they never let me sleep, a want.ghosts like dreams fleet and wake up the devil and play tricks on my soul, a dime.dreams like a dang shame, remember how things used to b...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 15:55:00 GMT |
just the place. |
yesterday was a little weird. eric and i loaded the car with as little as we could take and we left yesterday with a small idea of what it would be like here. the apartment is quaint... wood floors, l...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 15:23:00 GMT |
am i ready to be happy? |
things i like:being off effexorsaving moneyportlandmy paintmy paint brushesmy husbandthe decemberists and the shins together in one afternoonbeing on the computer listening to conferenceremembering ho...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 00:19:00 GMT |
brushes II |
shady lights . its time for a hike .theplane of my life . selling for the soul . and art for eating . theres something in that painting i cant decifer here . capital letters for a student . capitol f ...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 22:53:00 GMT |
memory. |
my poor memory seems to be getting worse so sorry if i can't rememer your name or why yo are important but i will rememer that you are, indeed, important. i play the world my trick. if i don't remembe...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:24:00 GMT |
fortresses of pillows |
take me out of this context i am trapped in. there's too much going on around me and not enough with me. the dumb ideas that i remember now: too much lust and not enough love , they scare me with thei...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 17:26:00 GMT |
... |
can't wait for her she's sick and dumb and blind and who knows what else. she's self proclaimed mellow dramatic, fate binder to the platter that is the oven that is this house.
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 10:11:00 GMT |
belly. |
silly sick feeling in my belly empty and hallow and full of hallowed air. the tangrine stare. this leaving that i beam about, it hurts like too many knives in my stomach. a slowest death that lasts da...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 10:09:00 GMT |
sane but sad. |
toxically lerking. eating my apple and drinking my spit. crumbs of my cookie still stuck to my fat fingers. delecate tikka tik and thinking out loud. my words become a precussion in my head. last nigh...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 11:37:00 GMT |
