February 2012
19 posts
i want to light someone on fire with the last cigarette on earth.
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free. Perhaps everything would have been different if you had stayed at the table or asked me to go out with you to look at the moon, instead of getting up and leaving me alone with her.
— “The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together...
i want to eat insanity for breakfast
You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you...
Happy Ending
After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her eyes until he was unbottoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies-those they had willingly displayed-but a frail endeavour to apologise.
Later, though, drawn together by a distaste for such ‘untidy ends’ they agreed to meet again; whereupon they giggled, reminisced, held hands as though what they had made...
careers advisor: what do you want to do when you’re older? me: middle aged british actors careers advisor: what me: what
My new sounds:
My new sounds:
Every time I find myself worrying myself or becoming overly emotional about touchy subjects I just give myself a look in the mirror and say “nuh uh hunni booboo you don’t wanna go there, nuh uh” and then give myself a sassy look and then it’s over?
My new sounds:
January 2012
47 posts
“Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being’s eyes.”
— Douglas Coupland, Generation X
I will never be strong enough to hold onto the rain.
The shutters knock gently against my windowpanes and outside, the neighbors’ lamplights look like spit out teeth.
The world blinks once, then twice,
and I wonder how many people out of the seven billion on this earth are in love,
and if it’s the same number as the stones that the women are holding pressed in their pockets as they sleep quiet...
My ghosts sit in empty chairs around the dining room table.
They drink glasses of mulled fog and watch me with patient eyes, knowing that one day I’ll have to look them in the eye and ask that they leave,
that one day I’ll have to clear the table and make room for the ones that I love too much to lose.
horse feathers cover : )
first original mess around, check it out!
China Cat Sunflower Cover
You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire,
and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn’t there an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? And someone you...
the night was warm and sticky as we trapped it in the spaces between ourselves
and the taste of your red wine blood stained lips and our mouths that melt together when we kiss
I breathed in, collecting your scent in the depths of my lungs
tracing my fingertips ever so lightly along the scars that cut canyons across your chest and bound you up in thin red ribbons
trying to detect some sense of fear...
dont get attached.
Horse Feathers- Curs in the Weeds Cover
There’s still an eternity of knowledge of him that I don’t have. And I want it now as much as I want to breathe.
Maybe I'm a 'sick part of a
sick thing'
maybe something
has caught up with me
certainly there is a
mist between us
I can barely
see you
but your hands
are two animals that push the
mist aside and touch me.
- Denise Levertov (1957)
she puts a strand of her hair in her oil paintings so she can prove that it’s hers by DNA, she also spits in her water colors
I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of where they are, know by heart the neat lines of lightning pulsing just above your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you
to me, taking you until we’re spent and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss the pictures in...
Just as in the horror movies when someone discovers that the phone calls are coming from inside the house
so too, I realized that our tender overlapping has been taking place only inside me.
All that sweetness, the love and desire — it’s just been me dialing myself then following the ringing to another room
to find no one on the line, well, sometimes a little breathing but more often than...
