Reticent. Pushed up against a stone cold wall. Your palm tracing windtrails across my hair and you whisper little words. Words that I already know. It's as if the globe's falling in a huge arc and we're falling into it, breakneck speed and whirling feet, we go straight into the centre of it all, your eyes on mine, and our fingertips crushed together. Point of contact.
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.
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Edits
* Walking down Commercial Street, while it's raining, is the bestesht way to spend a lazy evening. Especially with the mad bunch that I hang out with.
* 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.
* 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.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
iLike
fat puppies
with floppy ears.
sleeping cats
with their swishing
tails.
sigh
chocolate icecreams
with bournvita powder toppings
and gems.
yumm
curly hair.
collars open at the
throat.
rolled up sleeves.
nonchalance n sarcasm.
heartbeat stopping
smiles.
the sound of
distorted crunchy guitars
make me so wet.
wild sex
and talking
in the
afterglow.
i know i'll hear you
when the lights go out.
with floppy ears.
sleeping cats
with their swishing
tails.
sigh
chocolate icecreams
with bournvita powder toppings
and gems.
yumm
curly hair.
collars open at the
throat.
rolled up sleeves.
nonchalance n sarcasm.
heartbeat stopping
smiles.
the sound of
distorted crunchy guitars
make me so wet.
wild sex
and talking
in the
afterglow.
i know i'll hear you
when the lights go out.
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