Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
The candles sing a tender song
Under my lover's desk, casting silhouettes
On my weeping self.
Under there, I reach an epiphany of sorts
I can't see them, until they sing.
My birds have nowhere to go
Until you sing.
This body wastes
Long runs in black stockings new
Lying next to the shoes that you're hurriedly putting on.
Scared of the memories that are slipping
Right away at the Goodbye.
Maybe he'll forget
he was here.
I wouldn't lie to you, no
Awaiting anonymous arms
With anonymous songs.
Some lessons yet to be learnt
Awaiting new love
In some stranger's arms.
Yet I might look for a letter
Now and then
Bearing your signature
And that unforgettable scent.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I walk in spirals
Made bitter and mean.
Where you walk I follow
Peacock feathers and pen in hair
I spend nothing but sighs
Saturday, October 9, 2010
I know its a madcap world going round in fury
I know I'm losing my mind with every breath you take
Somewhere I'm saying goodbye to you
Somewhere the pain's receding
Somewhere you and I are bound to relent
But not here
Monday, July 12, 2010
i like creating images. i want to see them unfurl into blank portions of time, filling it up, like a jug of water that fills a little cup. ghosts dont get rid of themselves, you see. peacemakers, lovers, painters - they celebrate them ghosts. i dont like to look at it that way. what's to celebrate. you leave behind what's gone and you create new pictures. its freshman year now and suddenly you've graduated and out looking for a job. i dont like to look back, no.
but i like to create images.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
And there are trusty sidekicks stalking backyards and graves - toilet trained, dizzy made, help upright by one thought. A search for that something MORE. And I see you walk away from it. Knowing it full in the face, I see you running away from ideals and traces of color that shade collective, trusting, incompetent minds.
And I'm somewhere at the pinnacle. Slights and rage, trysts and haze, your resounding chuckle saved away. It's as if I don't know what I'm doing but how could I not? You're telling me. Again. Repeatedly. Like slippery pearls on the floor that run away from you. I could be wrong except that I'm not. But suddenly you tip and I fall at once, compliant.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
* I am technologically challenged as well. Took me fifteen minutes to figure Twitter out.
* Heartache's overrated.
* Maybe a new haircut would help, yes?
* Musicians are hot. I cannot get over it. -shakes head- Nopes. Definitely can't get over it.
* I'm stalking Neil Gaiman. He's funny.
* Never leave wallet out of sight. Especially before getting stuck with three idiots for the night.
* I dreamt of a giant bee. And I remembered you. And I remembered my foolishness. And I smiled.
* Pretty boys are pissing me off.
* Vimal's a Christmas tree post Christmas.
Friday, April 9, 2010
And the music doesn't leave me still. Like my pulse that refuses to stop even if I pretend to live - it refuses to pretend to die. It follows me within every person I love. In you- with your gorgeous hair and big puppy eyes and the scars that haunt. In you - my storyteller from beyond, my soulcruiser. In you - the pretty boy with a guitar and the goofiest little grin. And in you - my friend, my mentor, the boy who'll never die. So if one of you could pick me up from where I'm sitting here and point me to where I need to be, I'll follow the music and be alright somehow.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
So far away that I cannot hear your heart
So far away that your goodness seems a mirage
So far away that I stumble with every step I take.
And you waver sometimes
Cracks that appear on no wall
Paint my heart with strangled lines.
Wasted words of prayer from my childhood
Instantly jumping to my lips
Caressing the air
Like a lover's whip
To what avail.