February 2012
20 posts
two four, two four. i’m twenty four so another year has been left behind & another year lays ahead. tonight we’ll eat, drink, & be merry young cannibals & tomorrow i’ll work on writing a new year into existence. i’m heavy with love to the point of distraction.
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“twentyfourtwentyfour. happy birthday, baby girl!!! i’m sitting at my white desk, looking at the blue blue blue winter sky. it hasn’t rained here for months, the days have always been bright and crisp cold. it makes me think of you because i know how you’d love to face the sunlight embracing you every morning. you were born in winter, but on the bending road that will take...
Anonymous asked: How do you stay up when everyone is pulling you down?
it was freezing outside & the world was asleep except for the party we were having. it’s your birthday, happy birthday darling we love you very very very very… you stood & so did i; carefully undoing each button on your jacket. there was desperation in my movements & when i whispered ‘please, just stay.’ we laid on the bed making stories out of the shapes on the...
the letters all blend together when you open your mouth so you’re speaking in tongues. you’re cursed but maybe i’m cursed & you’re well. maybe you’re speaking just fine but i’m hearing what i want to hear. keep your mouth closed & i’ll keep my eyes shut. tell me what you mean by the movements of your body. tell me what you mean with your hands on...
the way the mountains grew out from the lakes would cause anyone to fall silent. we lost our words & let the birds send our messages into the universe. your eyes lit up as you watched the fog lift back into the sky & i reached my hands towards the heavens trying to pull it back onto us like a blanket. the beauty made me feel so light i could float away. i planted my toes into the earth...
“a person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. so...”
Anonymous asked: What kind of rabbit is that in the teepee picture? How old is he/she?
“i am a trouble maker. i was born a mover & a shaker oh no. i am a trouble...”
alphabetown asked: your writing gives me hope. makes me see that life is worth living even if if i don't have the strength to carry on.
ask, tell. →
we’re all just bloods & bones, we’re all just magic. white magic; dark magic. nothing is completely free of sin. your body is electric, we glow from within. open your eyes, all three of them. look at what we’ve become.
“when the devil pulls the strings the whole world must dance.”
we’re halfway between the solstice & the equinox but the old witch gathered extra wood & so we’ll wait under these heavy clouds just a bit longer. if you listen closely, closely, listen close, you can almost hear the birds sing.
“so i wait for you like a lonely house, till you will see me again & live in...”
today felt like spring &, like animals, we dug our way out of our burrows & found our way to the sun. there is still dirt under our nails & i’d like to dig out of my bruised skin. everything echos down the empty hallways & there is blood on the caved in walls. we look through windows that don’t open & educate ourselves on how to be better at being wild fucking...
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there is a fine balance in everything.
i need to record podcasts but my stories are trite & i don’t like the sound of my voice as it travels through speakers.
January 2012
36 posts
“if i let go do you think you could fly?”
Anonymous asked: i feel it's getting hard to speak from my heart & people won't understand & i'll be alone again. what do i do if i can't speak what i really, really feel?
the sun’s been taking a bit longer to bow his head to the moon. winter’s stillness has been disrupted by an early springtime thaw. the sunlight brings us out from our caves, the homes that we’ve made. it brings us out to cast shadows, not hide in them. lift your head up.
we wait for the night to darken the room & for the silence to cover us like a blanket. there is a stillness you can touch. i can hear you smile.
we wait, we wait, we wait. where are we going? where are we from? the air is stale, the people are jaded. there are lovers, families, the sailors of the sky. behind the glass we watch the world pass. the ground is patchwork, dotted with ants but down here we wait. we stand on moving side walks or we run as fast as we can. don’t miss your flight. you always wait so many goddamned hours, switching...
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MENTAL ILLNESS AS A NAME FOR PROBLEMS IN LIVING.
“i love you, i need you. oh show me how to shine. i love you, young flower. now...”
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Anonymous asked: Recommend some blogs with good writing?
Anonymous asked: Post more photos of yourself?
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a ghost without a body; a body without a glow. the sound the night makes as it grows darker & the air temperature changes. the sound your lips make when your air passes through them. it’s the sound of one million birds trapped inside these ribs & the sound of one million fleeting moments caught by my teeth. it’s the sound of heavy breathing & the moving of sheets. it’s the sound of...
say something about yourself: what is there to say? words, not feelings. i feel nothing. i am twenty three going on twenty four & i feel nothing. i have an awful fucking wanderlust lately & i’ll spend my hours silent staring at some terrible tv or wall or room full of children & i’ll be off in the country or laying in a bed in the middle of the city. say nothing. be...
“like any lover he read poems but in crocodile language.”
Anonymous asked: Say something about yourself?
the scene was dark as it played out on the interior of your eyelids. there were glimpses of light which illuminated certain things in a certain rhythm: your smile, your bare thigh, even your laugh caught the light. there were sparks of skin searching for skin & the room light up completely when you sank yourself in.
“i hate my body, i hate the desert. when will i be going home?”
when they came they tore through our houses searching for answers, any answer. they tore through each room destroying all we had built. they shattered our glasses & dirtied our linens. they shouted each word as if through a megaphone & their words came out in broken sobs. they were searching for answers yet they were unaware of their question. they just didn’t want to hurt anymore.
“the machines beneath the sidewalk are always whispering. strive to listen close....”
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ghost, ghost. things were broken & now they’re right again. let’s talk.
i followed the screams through the forest where i found you, waist deep in water & crying. you spoke of the end & how we would all be saved from the evil. you followed a trail of young men with bloody brows & dark eyes. the stars were bright, even in the sunlight. i asked if we could ever be saved from ourselves.
my words stopped falling from my ghostly fingers & the ones that come out all seem so trite. i’ve come undone, i mean unplugged. (i’m in love & everything’s fine.)
i’ve got bruised & an elevated heart rate. the snow’s coming to wash all that evil away. oh no, no, no it can’t clean it from these bones.
“i got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips, on me tighter than my dereon jeans.”