cut crystal goblets overflowing with sweet floral wine. the light reflects in the diamond shapes. triangles. and squares. electric. the night is alive, dripping with stars.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
-when hobo gestapo updates
-spontaneous phone calls. his phone calls, too
- the forbidden/the ultimate
- crafty bits. diy and the likes
- something/one/where new...
- singing with friends
- personal hypocrisy
- the white stringy stuff in citrus fruit
- obnoxiuous actions
- people making self-centered assumptions
- the postings of so called 'food-porn' on blogs. ew. if i wanted food i would eat
- 'infinity' by guru josh. dont ask
- the hypocrisy of others
...need to get over themselves.
you, my dear, need to get onto yourself.
you are the most incredible person i know and it absolutely breaks my heart seeing how little you believe in yourself and how hard on yourself you are.
i could write a book filled with pages on how lovely wonderful amazing you are as i told you today
you amaze me. you amaze all. i love you madamoiselle
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
we all need to sort a few things out
i get your lovely but like the complexity is so gargantuan i cant even express my feelings
in other words: i cant stand seeing the people around me get hurt
in other words: in his eyes i see the fear that only time could disappear if only time could reappear nows the time...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
you hold me tight as we move in time to the music
we touch but the connection is nothing barr physical...
our lips meet in a room of dancing lights a music so loud that the bass shakes
the ceilings are high and the dj swims above the crowd
you offer to buy me a drink and i accept
am i a fool. youre not who i want. i want him but i
shouldnt cant have himi dont even know your name...
there once was a girl whose name wasnt alice
who fell down a rabbit hole and found herself in a world with no one else. she was alone.
she tried calling and writing for help but none came her way
maybe those with hearts were illiterate in this non-wonderous land?
she wandered around and saw rabbits, hares, cats, turtles, and other strange creatures. none smiled, talked, had pocket watches, mocked or drank tea. they were bleak unloved creatures that would never be domesticated. whhhhyy was she here? how did she get here, again?
Friday, September 18, 2009
the night will have three hours, giving me just those hours to find you. i will hunt through the labyrinth we call a city; i will climb towers and enter the underground. i will do whatever i can to find you, sally.
how cool can i be? seriously. its friday night and despite being invite to:
a) dinner and dnm-style chill sesh with a bunch of awesomes
b) gathering/chill/drinks/sexy time(?) by the attractive guy ive dubbed the villain. i am:
c) at home. watching chuck and chilling. captain cat? no. captain cool? ayessss.
oh dear. out on the town tomorrow night so the weekend isnt completely wasted.
i missed his call. i think im dissapointed...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
i feel special that im in focus ♥
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
"The blanket of smoken candy lies crumpled on the bed drenched in perfume, unraveled by desire but strong as fighters silk. It falls away as i stretch, brush the diamonds from my eyes and wake up."
. . . . .
brush the diamonds away from my eyes and let me observe the world around me unaltered as it falls apart...
not even all the sparkles in the world could fix the issues & glitches at hand.
help me. lets run through fields with the setting suns rays in our eyes, holding hands and with quick-beating hearts.
regret regret regret. leave me alone
i need to find someone who i feel some kind of connection with again. i need to find you so i can tell you the words ive prepared, even though i know id never have the courage to pull through and say how i feel, how much you hurt me. and how much i want you.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
from morning when i rise from my bed to the evening when i lay my head in slumber oh the loss of you does wreck my days please with a violent hunger i will never be free from you til i escape the lions jaw theres no welcome in the end theres no reason to return again...
the world is large. i am wandering. im making mistakes and confusing myself.
spiral spiral spiral down down down
what the fuck
even the villain is better. at least i enjoy that. in at least one way.
what was i thinking? i am dumb. burnt my face, dropped things, him.
crawl crawl crawl hide hide hide
youre a repeat offender rose. its time to stop.
find something strong to let you stay away from that kind.
one day ill walk. down the beach where we first met.
where the sun met the ocean and formed the a beautiful bond
pink light reflected, magic in the air.
when i met you we walked side by side, your steps leaving heavily pressed marks, mine leaving toe prints from how i danced across the grains.
now my prints are the only ones on the beach. youve left me alone on the sand. walking.
i wish i left no prints, floated, flew across. but not yet.
if i could fly then i wouldnt leave marks. i could escape and i could have you again.
'oh look at your tiny waist!'
'oh youre growing up so much!'
'which school are you at, now?'
'youre at the conservatorium of music, no?'
'no, youre very musical, someone was telling me...your dad?'
...sorry for the detour. belive it or not i enjoyed it. conisdering that the above is what i came home to...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
the skies are filled with haze like the second hand smoke of the nights that have passed.
the day is hot. spring is most certainly here and summer lies waiting, just around the corner.
the breeze is tantalizing, exotic, even.
i wear black on black. with negative views. i often do what you dont like, and live yesterday, tomorrow.
i want to feel the embrace of another.
he has entered my dreams and my mind. who is really is im still not sure, but we talk and talk...