September 2011
3 posts
4 tags
panthering:
Everything in
life cycles; nothing ever leaves
me. There are black beetles
walking the floor of our apartment
and I keep killing them.
I stay up late at night but I am not
thinking of anything in particular.
My dreams scatter, return
to the same forms.
You pop into my head, unbidden.
You leave without warning.
Right now I have just killed another beetle
and am not...
September 12, 2011
No amount of toxins can fill this void
Though God knows I’ve tried…
Eat.
Drink.
Sleep.
Repeat.
High highs
Lowest of the lows
Melancholy that starts in the bones
Radiates through my skin.
Nowhere in sight
Nowhere to go back to
Staring at a map with no directions.
Adrift in the ocean…
There is no nature here.
Bricked in windows
No stars in sight
What is there to wish on?
Homesick
For a...
I wrote this a long time ago and posted in in another tumblr of mine on March 18…shortly before the person I wrote it about and I broke up. It is not any good. Just some words put together:
Meet me
Here
Beneath the burning skies.
The horizon is trying hard
But cannot compare to the
Beauty
in your
Eyes.
You put your arms
Around me
And whisper
In my
Ear
Reminding me
The...
February 2011
1 post
smoking cigarettes
we lost regrets
hiding that feeling
while my inside were reeling
it took everything in me
not say that I wanted you
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
1 post
Him.
Frozen with fear.
The ticking I hear is for a time I am not a part of.
Stuck.
Slow movements.
Memory may lie, but it can still recognize what one’s eyes cannot see.
Shortened breath.
Holding back.
No.
Don’t do it.
Lump.
…
…
Anger.
If only I could control my breath.
I’d forgotten how strong this feeling was.
August 2010
1 post
work in progress
Your words are now the only sounds
Resonating in my ear.
They drift and swirl all around
Creating
A new atmosphere.
April 2010
4 posts
For You
quote-book:
somethingeveryday:
I see your name in contrails in the sky in the pattern of lines on my hands. In friends eyes I see your eyes glassed and sad. I feel your lips in strangers lips in gaps between utterances I can sense them. In the shadows of nolight I hear your footsteps irregular and dancing. I see your face in the branches of trees in the gravel and dirt and leaves. In words I...
The beauty of the
sunset cannont compare to
that look in your eyes.
Never
quote-book:
tylerknott:
Never have I been A painter, an artist never known what it is To make colors Dance. But I, eyes shut naked, with these tips of these fingers as brushes paint. I paint your breasts bare With soft shadow cradled in my hands. Your hair like smoke spilling onto my chest, your eyes lost in me. My fingers, my brushes smooth and silken the deep hues your skin, my fingers brush...
March 2010
5 posts
“To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to...”
– e.e. cummings (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
“I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations...”
– Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda (via threeseptembersandajanuary)
October 2009
2 posts
August 2009
3 posts
Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby...
I need a better camera (aka a real camera), until then it’s crappy photos put up for no reason, but to keep the memories.
