To Self, Age 18wake up in the morning quietly bewildered dirty laundry on floor telling you my dear, you haven't changed a bit since yesterday or last week. but you tumble out of bed (only half an hour later) naked toes on the cold floor and hair in a tangled mass like last night's cold spaghetti which, you now realize, is still on the counter. one step, two steps (red steps, blue steps) to the door. where were you going?To Self, Age 18
thirty second interval. stare at the cracked paint and try to remember. no, not a chance.
spend the day alone making invisible art and nonexi
nice try, babewake up in the morning quietly bewildered dirty laundry on floor telling you my dear, you haven't changed a bit since yesterday or last week. but you tumble out of bed (only half an hour later) naked toes on the cold floor and hair in a tangled mass like last night's cold spaghetti which, you now realize, is still on the counter. one step, two steps (red steps, blue steps) to the door. where were you going?nice try, babe
thirty second interval. stare at the cracked paint and try to remember. no, not a chance.
spend the day alone making invisible art and nonexi
blinding flashes, foggy daysa vaguely disheartening dissatisfaction forms clouds around my head like a low december sky hiding the festival of nobody's lights above the city glare and the polluted air we breathe in and exhale on each other every day with quiet poison in our words and silent cancers in our throats that were made for honey golden songs of praise. but today the electrons that light up the screens of your oh-so-convenient personal machines are the ones that left the beating heart of some prehistoric don quixote who meant exactly what he said and did exactly what he meant despite the cost and so you have me there dancing in the pixels at the very edge of youblinding flashes, foggy days
Untitled I never understood the meaning of silence until I saw her tears that afternoon. Not that she cried quietly, nor that the scene through which we moved was hushed. Far from it. She cried with the loud theatrical flair of the actress she thought she was, and that distorted sound battered around my head and became confused with the harsh sunlight that glinted off the hoods of oncoming cars as I drove her home. The silence was within her, an empty rattling of sensation and incomprehension. She was proud of what she viewed as her passion and fearlessness, not seeing that she was being pushed to flamboyance by her amorpUntitled
Alone"Cold Kisses"just a jar full of kisses and they haven't got names they're not specific but they're mine"Cold Kisses"
like the last ball before the blanket breaks frantic with duct tape but it's too late only these are unlabeled no one means anything anymore and that's a disturbed sadness
or like spiders tumbling out of a cocoon
scattering disappearing into the woodwork dodging Dar's feet that's the way this is some are lost
and that's sacrificial madness
or like the first movement of shadow in the sixth grade you're not positive it's there so you ignore it
Phoenix DownFallen but not broken Gone but not lost Eyes powerful and courageous Regardless of the costPhoenix Down
A phoenix struck down Only rises from its ashes with fiery brilliance Not a single a moment of doubt A flawless image of awe inspiring resilience
No damage is irreparable Even when hope cannot be found Nothing can shatter the spirit Of a phoenix struck down
A WalkI've never travelled roads so quiet, without even the wind to whisper in my ears. The light drips, like liquid, off its post and onto pavement. I leave new tracks in fresh fallen snow, a path of chaos amidst tranquility. I could stay here forever, lie down in a ditch, and watch the world pass right by as it rushes to catch up with me.A Walk
a few months later
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...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
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cancer? why yes...all the colors of the rainbow.
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She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She's got heaven in her eyes
She says I don't need to be an angel
But I'm nothing if I'm not this high
-Counting Crows
I've even posted in all this time. do you have writer's block or something?
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Lautsprecher für die Toten- German
Orateur pour les morts- French
altofalante para os mortos- Portuguese
altoparlante per i morti- Italian
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She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She's got heaven in her eyes
She says I don't need to be an angel
But I'm nothing if I'm not this high
-Counting Crows
I was just currious
btw, I'm still winning
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Lautsprecher für die Toten- German
Orateur pour les morts- French
altofalante para os mortos- Portuguese
altoparlante per i morti- Italian
--
She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She's got heaven in her eyes
She says I don't need to be an angel
But I'm nothing if I'm not this high
-Counting Crows
I'm still winning
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Lautsprecher für die Toten- German
Orateur pour les morts- French
altofalante para os mortos- Portuguese
altoparlante per i morti- Italian
--
She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She's got heaven in her eyes
She says I don't need to be an angel
But I'm nothing if I'm not this high
-Counting Crows
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