January 2010
47 posts
Sleepy Tigers by Her Space Holiday
My classes this semester are absolutely wonderful. My Survey of World Culture 2 teacher is a seventy-three year old man, who acts as if he’s in the prime of his life. He studied in Japan and received his masters from NYU. He’s hysterical and witty and charming. And I have the class with my friend Becca, which makes it even better.
My Psychology teacher is a forty-something year old...
I Once Knew a Man who Couldn’t Love The alarm rang throughout his upscale apartment, bouncing off the walls, empty of any source of life or light. Patterns and patterns and patterns. Stretching his spine, he reached over to the alarm clock and gave it a swift smack. He stood up to shake off the morning then looked around quietly as if he was expecting something to change, something to make...
I’m breathing in. You’re breathing out. I was wishing you well since the day your eyes caught mine and mine caught yours. Within feet but felt like miles. I was secretly hoping you were making all the wrong moves and taking all the proper directions to get to me, and i to you. Every gesture of your hands have moved you closer to me. Every moment you lost something you loved, or...
“If you wait until you know you need it, it could be too late.”
– Melanie Arpaio, My Psychology Professor
A.K.K.
Thank you for holding my head above the rising water the other night. And for making me sturdy my legs. I’m so thankful for everything we are.
Magnet to magnet. I gravitate to you. This force attracting body to body. The sun to the moon. The stars to the crisp air. My palm to the side of your sweet face. A passion so clear since the day your smile caught my smile. I’m amazed at the depth my eyes feel in yours.
“It’s like I have a natural
instinct to love you.”
– a.k.k.
Last night, deepest and darkest of blues. I had horns in my ears. Trumpets, twirling above my head as I lay silently. My face buried into my pillow. Smother me. Words off your lips. Saturating my light breathing. Just stay. Stay a while Don’t look back over the tracks.
I’m standing with sturdy legs, but I’d still love to have you standing next to me.
Balancing Act
I’m a balance beam and you’re walking without tremble. Your breath slows down, your heart stops it’s race. Don’t look, don’t gasp, don’t even think. Walking slowly without looking at the ground. I’ll lay you down, slide your eyelids til eyelashes meet eyelashes.
I Need to Dress Warmer
I’ve been waiting for this weather to stop aching all...
Emilija: devil woman is great, not only are we going to hell, we can rule it too.
“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
– Martin Luther King Jr.
I dove right in. I dove right in. Care free. Without thought. I’d never been a swimmer in high school. I had the build for it but knew it wasn’t for me. Even when I was little I had a really difficult time learning to swim. I’d cry and cry until my mom would scoop me up out of the water. In life, you can dive, or you can sit on the edge of the pool and slowly slide in. I didn’t want to...
Watch“Leave Me” by Daros Films
Watch this. It’s beautiful.
When my skin fit. When eyes fell softly on me. When my wingspan held the weight of me. When fingerprints grazed but never sat on me. My neck and waist were free of them. When empty was good. Only room to be filled. Nothing to be stolen. Taken. Consumed. This pen of many more pounds just weeks ago. And now, ink and words are pulled out of it. Promise spilling out of it. Every night I wake in...
A: Don't try making sense of it.
T: I'm not going to. The best things in life don't make any sense.
http://www.onesentence.org/ →
“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness , dear, my happiness will...
Bon Iver - Skinny Love
My tiny knees, quivering. Let’s try standing tall. It’s all bravery at its finest. But these nights, they’re sweet and bitter. They leave me nowhere. Pulling on a rope that is unraveling as we speak.
E: You seem to be a very proud woman, and in a great way. You almost demand others respect. plus, you have a dynamite personality.
It’s a strange feeling getting into a car with old friends, walking into an apartment of old friends, just seeing these old friends, in general. Memories hit you like a ton of bricks. I’ve spent years keeping myself from getting too close to people, from avoiding such close friendships because of the fear of getting hurt, “stabbed in the back”, etc. Some people can spill...
Token sassy girl at your service.
“Tell the truth.
It’s the easiest thing to remember.”
– David Mamet
Dear Honest eyes, I’ve told you time
and time again. My mind is
flooded with you. sink or swim. your lips,
my lips; against warm skin. I inhale
and exhale, trying not to shudder. these lovely bones
are wrapped up
in you.
Parallel;
two pairs
of morning eyes.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one other person.
a rhythm, a pulsing behind my eyes. Flooded with the warmth, the warmth of the hands on the end of your arms. Ten fingerprints to stain my goosebumps. I’m really looking. Not past, not through, but into you.
Drag and scuffle
It infuriates my father when I track dead things from my soles onto the lacy map of our cracked kitchen floor. These shoes appall him anyway. He sees my errors. He wants me to pick up my feet,
heel, toe, heel, toe a clean rhythm, terse beats safety in numbers, turtlenecks and curfews
seat belts and silver buckles drawn tight
He wants me to wrap my arms around...
Some people are just empty; trying to find something, anything, and everything to fill them. Instead of causing a mess, focus on finding what you’re really looking for.
Celestial Bodies
What did it mean to you, when you stampeded, stallion-like across my chest. Did its once sedated beating rhythm, unsettled like a just risen spirit, drown out your thunderous echo? I smiled, but only felt a divine rush of blood as you kept your conduct, and the origin of your coming to be. Could you sense the ground give way? A triumph, you glanced back and admired. ...
dungoalexa:
there are so many people out there who will tell you that you can’t. what you’ve gotta do is turn around and say, “watch me.”
clear your throat. wise vocabulary. an art, a maze. we play this deck of cards so well. Don’t we? We were golden figures on a fireplace. fragile; with tight lips.
1: Tell me something nice
2: When I was little, and it would rain, I used to go outside and save all the worms.
Just so you know, my heart pounds harder at the sound of your voice.
i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing...
sometimes, i toss and turn and sometimes my heart beats so heavily; (thumpthumpthump.) My neck, aching and twisting from sleeping restlessly, miles away. (inches and feet and miles) My fingertips; tracing over how i got here, like how they trace over your jawline. (i’m sorry my fingers are always so cold.) My eyes; these eyes, the ones you’ve looked in hundreds of times. Still only...
A: why do you love me?
T: because.
A: because..?
T: ..you like me exactly how I am, you don't ask me to change.
A: I would have said the same thing.
A: I've never had this with anyone before.
T: Me neither.
Fear, a fire, burning in your chest. Clasp my palm, short supply of heat. Peel back some layers, you don’t have to shake, shake, shake. It will be okay. Heavy in your chest, but light on your feet. This isn’t cat and mouse, but cat and cat. And I can guarantee, there will be nothing quite like this.
