February 2010
57 posts
1440 by Ólafur Arnalds
We opened our mouths. There were no vowels; no consonants. Just an exchange of hot air. pouring. seeping. revealing. We watched the clock. Our insides melting, flowing out. My eyes locked into yours. Licking your lips, you spoke volumes. Closing my eyes, I did too. Mamihlapinatapai: (pronounced mah-me-lah-pee-nah-tah-pa-ee) describes a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other...
Once I thought, “Blessed are the heartless, heart-broken they’ll never feel.” But I kept swimming, confident. Because I knew there was still hope for me. And there was.
“I admire who you are.
And how you don’t fade.”
– R.N.
I sometimes wish I could breathe you in and carry you through my senses. Hear you. Taste you. Smell you. See you. Feel you. You make my air stop short, my lungs freeze, my skin crawl. You’re reading me. I feel your mouth on mine. I can breathe you in and we will fall asleep like this; intertwined like the memory of all the moments I’ve passed you on the street. and never realized. Maybe...
Postcards from Italy by Beirut
People find one another. Like treasures in the sea or heads up pennies on the sidewalk. I found you and you, me. Well, mostly I think you found me. But in this world of 6,805,047,531 (about that amount, I looked it up), we found one another. Imagine that. There are 6,805,047,531 souls floating and waiting. And here we are, two of that 6,805,047,531 standing side by side. I floated around and so...
I don’t care if it is cliché. I don’t care if it has been said a trillion times; by a billion different lovers. I met you, I met you and I came alive.
I used to be on trains all the time. So many trips. So much time spent on the old leather seats that millions have sat on, day in and day out. I’ve sat next to writers, painters, fathers and mothers. I’ve listened to phone conversations, children laughing and people crying. I’ve seen sadness and exhaustion; heartache and anger. There are some people that I would get attached to...
Marrow by St. Vincent
I feel uneasy. My head is racing so quickly and I’ve been writing a lot lately, but I just want to shut it off for a little bit. I kinda feel like a purse that was knocked over at a very busy street corner and now I’m shuffling around trying to grab everything before it gets stepped on. Pull me out of this.
My mind ran miles to where I could catch a glimpse of your face. You were filling up my mind like no other ever has. What have I done to deserve a feeling like this in my chest? I’ve been running and flipping through the folders in my head looking for some signs, some words, some filled pages. All along, you were in my writing. You were in my coffee and everything I’ve ever loved.
Some machine appreciation: Every time I obtain something from a vending machine or a drink of sorts from a machine, I say “thank you.” I try not to do it too loudly, just in case people will think I’m insane. It’s just an automatic reaction; the machine serves me, it deserves a thank you. One day machines will be working our stores and cleaning our homes and running our planet, so I might as well...
“My eyes could fall upon no other.”
– t.e.h.
I walked transparent through the halls. No one knew my face. No one saw my panic. My footsteps were merely an echo bouncing from the walls. Miniature hands gripped tighter than ever; my fingernails digging craters on the inside of my palms. I couldn’t shake this out, I couldn’t unfasten my eyes. A ghost; some shifting dust. I gathered my breath, I pushed for words to spill out of my...
I don’t really speak often, especially around people I’m not familiar with. There are a few select people I feel comfortable spilling my ideas and thoughts around. I’ve realized that whenever I say something, anything, I usually will repeat the sentence back to myself in my head. I analyze the sentence and determine whether it came out the way I wanted it to come out and how the people around me...
Sometimes when I’m driving at night, if I’m driving up to a light knowing that I could easily make the right on red, I will wait. I feel bad for the light having to make the effort to turn green, so I will wait. I find it sad how I have more respect and patience for a green light than I do for some people that I’ve met and know and have to deal with. But I guess that is life, the...
I don’t like riding ferries or boats or being on anything high without being completely enclosed because I always feel compelled to just lean forward and let my body go. Feel free for just one moment. Let gravity take it’s course. But that of course would ultimately end with my death. Although, I realize I say all of this in relation to ferries and boats and heights; but I definitely lean...
“Being with him made my brain quiet.
I didn’t have to invent a thing.”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
Vermillion by The Album Leaf
People always get really uneasy and scared when they don’t know what they want. I think it’s almost just as scary when you know exactly what you want, it may even be scarier. It can be overwhelming and electric and so filling. Things happen the way they do for a reason. We’ve all just got to hang in there. I’m in.
His lungs overflowing. Eyes closed firmly. No light could ever imagine peeking in. His hands clasped so stoutly to such a tiny trivial stem. Eyelids lifting heavily. A wind, a gust, a million hopes, to coat the ground he walks on. That people will step on, and snow will plaster, and animals will run across, and rain will moisten. Eager for just one to survive.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring...
Something pushed so vigorously from behind my eyes, like lungs pushing through water for a panicked moment of air. It was hours and throbbing and fatigue and fear. Limbs tense, fingertips bitter, quickened breath; my small hands trembled at my sides. But you, you were there. Warm and Loving. I looked down at you, asleep by my side. You didn’t know it, but your steady breathing brought me...
I doubt this will reach your eyes..
Talking to you could make me an absolute mess. It’s interesting how after all of that stupid bullshit, we both care and wonder and ask and reply. I wish we could re-establish what once was, but I’m aware that because both of us have strong self-dignity, that neither of us will take the step to make it. Some friendships will always be missed. This is...
What Sarah Said by Death Cab For Cutie
“You’re the strongest I know, Hunter.
I admire you a great deal.”
– Anthony Knotts
Mention love and suddenly everything and everyone starts thinking, really thinking, about who they are, what they are, and how they are. It’s like love is an energy. It constructs the insides of our bodies, it can be the bones and muscles and tissue. And it isn’t just sensation, or a invention of the media or a chemical in our bodies, but an animal instinct, a motivation, and I don’t mean love as...
My body is laced, carrying thoughts of you around me all day long. It’s a hot breath from lungs to throat, crawling towards our teeth and out of our mouths. Words are not a necessity. Not with us. Not all the time. Pauses, moments, the way lips are licked before speaking or passing a thought, the blinking of eyes and the intake of air. Not only blood is flowing through this heart, you are...
Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg
A glance, a word, a touch, these all take us places. Places of the mind, body, soul; yes, these arrivals create anxious hearts. I experience the colors only you can bring out.
“He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was...”
– Josephine Baker
She Still Loves From 238,857 Miles Away
I fell in love with the man on the moon. When darkness blankets over, I look up and can see his face. His sculpted jaw and glossy eyes. I wave to him. My feet are cold on the frozen ground. His lips immediately bend into a smile. “How badly I want to hold you, but most days I can’t come down from this crescent. I get trapped in these stars...
These nights I wake up so restlessly. Come be my pillow. The rising and falling of your chest while you breathe would definitely drift me back to sleep. My fingers are always so icy, my apologizes for that. Just know my eyes could fall upon no other. It’s you. This deck of cards has giving me the best hand I have ever had.
My hands, the petite and glacial utensils that fasten into yours. Some days, suffer the weight of no and yes, maybe and perhaps. Other days, they just hold you. Those are days I hold my breath for.
T: Sometimes I feel like such a ghost in my own skin. Thank you for always seeing me.
A: I see no one else, Tracy.
“I miss you and I admit that I’m jealous that your dad gets to see you all the time. I love you more than anything.” -My Mother (September 10, 2009, After she moved in with my stepdad.) I never really thought much of all of the things my mother did when I was a child. I knew there would always be clean clothes in my drawers and a packed lunch with an “I love you.” note in my backpack...
Happiness [hap-ee-nis] –noun The quality or state of being happy. Good fortune, pleasure, joy.
Two Birds by Regina Spektor
Her cheeks were a bunch of rose petals. Falling one by one until all the traces of love had vanished from her face, leaving only her pale complexion. “I walk as a ghost when you’re not around.” And she fell restlessly to sleep.
