Monday, 30 April 2012

if i had the space

"someone send a runner
 through the weather that i'm under
 for the feeling that i lost today"

Dreamy (x)
would be my next tattoo
PLEASE STOP HAVING DREAMS ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK I HAVEN'T DONE YET, BUT AM GOING TO DO SOON AND THEN CONTINUE TO TELL ME ABOUT IT
MY POKER FACE IS NOT THAT GOOD

swell

what a terribly heart breaking good bye that was
no more romantic comedies before bed
god, you always take on such a twist in personality
and just milk it
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Saturday, 28 April 2012

a book is proof that humans are capable of working magic

    What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. 
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Carl Sagan

back to you

in between the absences of my heart
my thoughts, constantly clouded with endless lyrics
strung precariously together by the most fortuitous of chords 
it's been some time since lyrics have filled my thoughts
but when they do meander through the boundary lines of my thoughts
they always remind me of you
they always bring me back to you
back to the days when i tugged your strings
in an adorably-young and unignorable fashion
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Friday, 27 April 2012

all that i am

is a simple minded being 
with a often traveled mental walkway, rich with character
by the most inspirational, to the most seemingly incredibly irrelevant individuals of this time
a tad grimy at times, most often than none
unfortunately not always as classy as it was originally hoped for
but nevertheless, rich with tangible memories, conversations 
and decisions never once regretted in their perhaps short life span
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and perhaps i am nothing more than this
but in full confidence, rest assured, am nothing less

Thursday, 26 April 2012

the stranger

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. 
When she laughed I wanted her again. 
A minute later she asked me if I loved her.
 I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn’t think so. 
She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, 
she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Albert Camus, The Stranger

brisk

a bit brisk, this weather we're having today
the wind is continually blowing waves of goosebumps over every inch of my body 
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Wednesday, 25 April 2012

sometimes i forget

that my home isn't the only home out there
that is at war within themselves

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

assume

to assume
makes an ass
out of u,
out of me
a wise woman once told me
(ass-u-me)

Monday, 23 April 2012

ask

ask me all the questions
not because of distrust
i want to be vulnerable with you
i no longer want the road map of my thoughts
to be hidden in a journal out of sight
i've never risked putting myself in a position 
of such vulnerability with anyone
until now
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to kingdom come

this morning i began
to think about your lips
how snapshots highlight them
how often you lick your lips
how i lick my lips
i obsess over lips
their consistency
their depth
their curves
their form around certain words
all i see is lips
i'm restless 
restless to see you
to see you talk
half listening
half observing beauty
Andrew Garfield by Robbie Fimmano
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feel good

this morning i battled with a serious case of clinomania,
but today
is a feel good day
beautiful feel good weather
paired with
beautiful feel good music
will get me through a monday morning
after a terribly restless sleep

where would i be

you remind me of a version of myself

seven years ago

(well, minus that i wasn't a lying, cheating, backstabbing son of a gun)

Thursday, 19 April 2012

call me sweetie, one. more. time.

today while driving, this song came on
& it brought me back to four years ago
when you showed this to me
& today, i can't help but thank heaven above
that the lyrics to this song 
don't ring true to my life
that they never did, and never will
you only wished that they did
i hope you've gotten off your high horse now
you twisted son of a bitch
:)

no love, not today

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Wednesday, 18 April 2012

let's be clear

you have yet to learn
the difference between
strangers with memories
and friends
please do not continue to mistake
what it is, we are
we are not friends
we are strangers with distant memories
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music

"music is said to be the speech of angels;
in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt
to be so divine, it brings us near to the infinite"
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quiet, world

these songs, i could pass on to my next life
peacefully,  contently, quietly to
i'll be the first to admit it
i am absolutely smitten with sigur ros

Monday, 16 April 2012

i dream

i dream in
wezceria bathroom faucets
cream-white brick walls
hardwood floors
granite counter tops
white translucent ceiling to floor curtains
mason jar chandeliers
oversized floor paintings
dollar store cabinet over-glow
wooden beams
wainscoting
iron clad balcony's
marble verandas
crown molding
wall to wall windows
claw-foot tubs
heated slate basements
old warehouse ceiling
endless eco friendly features

closest thing to the inside of my head today

mumblejumblecluster....,
tell me about it

Sunday, 15 April 2012

shit just got real

108 days
                                                          15 hours
                                                                                                                 55 minutes
50 seconds

am i the only one?

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

whisper french in my ear

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and you've captured yourself my heart for a lifetime. 

for the love of words


"I am in love with words. they are doves falling out of the ceiling.They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap. They are the trees, the legs of summer, and the sun, its passionate face. Yet often they fail me. I have so much I want to say, so many stories, images, proverbs, etc. But the words aren't good enough, the wrong ones kiss me. Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren. But I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair."
Anne Sexton 

Monday, 9 April 2012

how ridiculous am i

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that all i want to do right now, 
is show you off to everyone i know
because,
the more they ask about you
the more i dream about you
the more i think about you
the more i write about you
the more i want to simply be with you

enough credit


i don't give this girl enough credit
for anything

Sunday, 8 April 2012

nobody knows ya, and nobody gives a damn

tonight i'm all over the board. 
this wandering soul of mine has seemingly attached itself to his frail, willing soul. 
if i can't have him, 
then i'll have him

without risking it all

i still want to see you tonight,
will you be around?
i still wanna get you alone, 
will you be around?



i won't give you what's right
you still come around

i get shy in these lights
i feel my pulse working over time
so come around
and i won't put up a fight


you've got a fine form
nobody's saying no
you're walking a fine line

fulfilling

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to me it's quite fulfilling
hours and hours spent
watching you at a short distance
your grin
your eyes
your voice
your hair
your kiss
your laugh
your touch
your scent
in your home
lingering on my finger tips
to me it seems to be, quite fulfilling
everything about you
continues to fascinate me

Saturday, 7 April 2012