the witching hour

...happy halloween

does it hurt to kiss the lipless?

...well what about the soulless?

drowning

when you kiss me in ways ive forgotten love is a swimming pool with no bottom...

lets...

killer smile

i finally worked out my dealbreaker.

love anonymous...

...yummy!

pick flowers

...over fights. dont let the petals fall

ordinary people:

im in love with you. this aint the honeymoon. past infatuation phase. right in the thick of love. at times we get sick of love.

seems like we argue everyday.

L O V E

...is just another word i never learnt to pronounce.

do you ever hear things that arent really there?

i put a lot of myself into what i do

... can we make that sound stop?

its the end where i begin

so far so good. i need to keep up my will power. its a big week and im drowning in it. oh well. only one real day to go. lets hope i get through to the land on the other side...

you know what?

i find it really really really weird. really!

reduce reuse recycle?

wait no. i actually dont really care about environmental sustainability...

so find a new one miss.

only heat makes the flowers wilt

The world is black. He stands before me like the false idol he is, still and strong, repulsive but with a glimmer to attract, to make me curious. The shadows dance. He picks me up and I feel limp, like the hibiscus flowers outside my window, wilted in the heat.

I went to Hawaii, once. There were hibiscus flowers everywhere. Maybe it was the season, or maybe that’s perpetual. I got lost between the legs of people. There were lots of flowers, the strong pulse of the drums and smells of sweat and smoke, with a sweet undercurrent. A man with parrots on his shoulders was playing cards. The birds were yellow, orange and green and the cards were hand painted. He handed me the Queen of Hearts and told me to guard mine with everything I had and not to steal too many. Hearts that is.

The night is long. I feel his strong hands between my ribs, his fingers filling the gaps in the bone. He places me on my feet and touches my face. Only now, standing on my pedestal can I see him completely, see his soul. Through his jet black eyes with their diamond glimmer I see flames and fire, canyons and cliffs, roads and rivers. Through his eyes everything is jagged and sharp. Through his eyes I see what he wants, why he is here.

He lowers me down and lies above me. I will be bruised tomorrow, the cheap souvenir to remember this. He kisses me roughly and puts his hands all over me. There is a scream from a person that is no longer me, then, there is silence.

I feel empty like a glass, transparent too. I think about veils, white, buttons still to be undone, innocence. I wish I was pure again, untouched. He is gone now and I lie on the cool wooden floor, shaking at the thought of his next visit.

rubyshoes/noheart/fraudulentdreams

so you want a heart?

you dont know how lucky you are not to have one...

some cups for you dishpig

oink oink.

i feel

worriably tipsy after a mere few caipirinhas...

im am

...my own destroyer

please

seize the day

...everyones afraid.

what if your leap doesnt take you far enough? what if you dont make it across? what if you get trapped in nothingness, suspended in illusion between life and death?

what if what if what if?

when

i want you

i want you so badits driving me mad

he'll eat your soul...

'well even if you do theyll just end up breaking your heart. eventually. unless you get married and live happily ever after. which is unlikely. so you may as well now and have fun...'

wiser than i credited you?

she

there once was a girl with hair like a river

her eyes shined like diamonds. her smile was infectious.

that was then. now, she was stained with poisonous infusions and never danced, or sung, or smiled. now she was possessed. now, she was alone.

then you came along and gave me something i could hold on to...

you never thought to ask

but the answer is close

a heart plus a heart is an overload

tick tock

flitter past my burning eyes

hour by hour you starve me

yet your friend cuts me deep.

you

...need to find something original.

feed me to the lions

hey europe heyyy

http://screamingsmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-europe-hey.html

oh you know. just a casual two week trip to europe with the coolest girl ever (aka 'vivainee'). no biggie.

sozza babes. love you long time.

love ann marie. xoxo

close your eyes

and ill kiss you.

tomorrow ill miss you...

let me jet set

...away from all my troubles.

off to europ in like 16 hours. i cannot believe it.