I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Julia
Last nights' full moon
I dreamt I met you
I wanted to tell you
How much I adored your insides
But all that I could muster
Was awkward silence
A crooked smile
And clouded eyes.
I dreamt I met you
I wanted to tell you
How much I adored your insides
But all that I could muster
Was awkward silence
A crooked smile
And clouded eyes.
Monday, 25 February 2013
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Human book; fuck
Someone
send a runner
Through
the weather that I’m under
For
the feeling that I lost today
Piss.
I still want
En route
On my half-dozen different flights I:
Got sappy, watching a moronic show
Felt at peace
Accepted a different perspective
Inhaled everything complimentary
Fell more in love with my tattoos
Decided I will do this all over again
Concluded a book, I wished would never end
Discovered how timid the gaze of a stranger makes me
Realized how bitter my defenses can be
Mulled over unspoken thoughts
Enjoyed my own company
Got sappy, watching a moronic show
Felt at peace
Accepted a different perspective
Inhaled everything complimentary
Fell more in love with my tattoos
Decided I will do this all over again
Concluded a book, I wished would never end
Discovered how timid the gaze of a stranger makes me
Realized how bitter my defenses can be
Mulled over unspoken thoughts
Enjoyed my own company
Friday, 22 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Half moon
I go out of my way, to take the time to reflect.
In the silence of the night, legs dangling over the edge of a boat dock
Headphones in, eyes closed, breathing deeply
Thinking of all I look forward to
All who I once cared for
All that's changed
All the time in flight
All the conversations shared
All who I care for
All that I'm terrified for
All my reactions
My lack of reactions
All of what I am.
In the silence of the night, legs dangling over the edge of a boat dock
Headphones in, eyes closed, breathing deeply
Thinking of all I look forward to
All who I once cared for
All that's changed
All the time in flight
All the conversations shared
All who I care for
All that I'm terrified for
All my reactions
My lack of reactions
All of what I am.
Monday, 18 February 2013
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
If-I-don't-get-this-out-I-won't-have-any-peace-&-quiet-&-sleep
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed…
(Source: clementinevonradics)
Sleeve[less]flaws
I want to be the slight figure in the picture, always surrounded by the chilly unfamiliar
Her face composed of emotion.
Her hair rebellious and long
Not breathtaking, by standards of Western culture, but intriguing in her entirety
Her gaze bowed, to avoid the need to explain the softened sadness from the years of loving, behind her eyes
Full lips, pursed with unspoken words for those moments in the dead of night
Where the only sounds, are our two hearts echoing as one.
Friday, 8 February 2013
Tempted
I'm tempted to reply with
"Exactly what the fuck I want to be doing right now."
To every "What are you doing tonight?"
Well, almost exactly what I want to be doing.
"Exactly what the fuck I want to be doing right now."
To every "What are you doing tonight?"
Well, almost exactly what I want to be doing.
On my mind
Can't you just be a boring
Poorly tasted
Unlovable
Predictable
Shallow
Egotistical
Son of a bitch like all the other good looking men I know?
Thursday, 7 February 2013
I can define you in mathematics,
all the theorems of your body-
the parabolas of your shoulder blades
when you tense your fists too tight,
the peaks and troughs of your chest,
sinusoidal with every inhale and exhale,
the Gaussian curve modeled by your carved pelvis.
and all I really want is to break every law of calculus
with you underneath me.
I fall in love with words
Words undress me of all defenses.
Ahh ♥
Eavesdrop
On my thoughts; you'll find :
Lippy humor
Secrets
Restlessness
Skepticism
Love for a handful of women
Soundtracks
Location of emotions
Undressing beauty
Second-guessing a higher power
Monologues
What ifs
Freeze frame memories
Tradition
Reflection
Wanderlust
Love for authors
Dissecting of societal systems
14 Second day dreams
Love/hate for human nature
Nostalgia
Food & Porn
My roots
Muted advice
My history with you
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Privacy
For seven days
I have the luxury
Of this; day & night
Come spend a night with me
I have the luxury
Of this; day & night
You know I would
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