if i had the space

"someone send a runner

 through the weather that i'm under

 for the feeling that i lost today"

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

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. 

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

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

and perhaps i am nothing more than this

but in full confidence, rest assured, am nothing less

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 

sometimes i forget

that my home isn't the only home out there

that is at war within themselves

assume

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

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

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

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)

remember that time

hey remember that time
you did that one thing
with that one girl
i remember that time
i haven't forgotten

you are oblivious of me

gentle lover

this gorgeous rainy day on the prairies has been a gentle lover

you are mine, and i am yours

love, draw your swords
and fight for us

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

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

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"

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

time goes quicker

between the two of us.

unrequited

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

shit just got real

108 days
                                                          15 hours
                                                                                                                 55 minutes

50 seconds

am i the only one?

walking a fine line

i'm selfish 
more than you
than you think i am

bodywork

you were born for leaving

Lily,

i would leave any man for you

ambulance

whisper french in my ear

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 

how ridiculous am i

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

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

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

i'll believe in anything

 

 

save my wayward soul