tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81354710944396546722024-03-20T16:27:01.725-07:00Good Morning, Sugar!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-59423007468007407822016-01-14T17:32:00.002-08:002016-01-14T17:32:19.193-08:00voices on my shouldersdon't get ahead of yourself
she warned from within
sharp pains to the throat
don't last in this cold
eery, grey, and submerged
beneath the weight of the wind
and what lingers and dances
inside it
keep hope but hide it some
so they don't look for your face
when you fall
extravagant ripples of smoke
and brand new air
battling for their place
in the here
blown off by the savage
approaching of a lionUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-45989190365914748302016-01-03T09:39:00.001-08:002016-01-13T14:58:14.234-08:00the rolling stone who came to a haltchoking on all that tomorrow may bring
i set forth with an open mind
through the grunts and the coughs
i can hear myself gasping
for air but not for revival
for one last time to tell you that
of all the skin and bone in this
place and of all the
beating blood of my life
i have never been
more infatuated with another
than i have
been with you
before i die tonight or then
i must tell you
the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-90305805132866487432016-01-03T09:26:00.003-08:002016-01-03T17:09:28.518-08:00blow out your candles & make a wishhh2 January 2016
Today's my birthday. I crossed the line between mid-twenties and late twenties and I feel fine. Good even. Being so close to New Year's, I tend to think doubly about my past year and reflect profoundly to try to make the next a little better. Here are some things I have learned in 2015.
1. You must test yourself all the time. Travel across the country to visit your cousins all Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-17421123092815570822015-12-25T07:40:00.000-08:002015-12-25T07:40:39.178-08:00Christmas is lovewhen the world starts to twinkle
in its stars and lights and eyes
and the children's magic
makes its way into grown up hearts
we hear the bells and look for the sleigh
we pray to the baby so cold in a barn
who came into this world
with a purpose
the tiny little body
holding more hope and love and peace
than the world had ever known
it's the time of year when we remember
how blessed we are for theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-15858871001739903512015-12-08T17:22:00.001-08:002015-12-08T17:22:21.916-08:00ifif your compulsions make your heart hurt a little, and you find yourself holding your breath waiting for the response of your impulses, you just might be starting to do something right. you just might be starting to really live this life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-77279098491882756032015-12-06T06:58:00.001-08:002016-04-03T08:00:48.729-07:00always a match in the nightWhen your mind and thoughts are constantly humming through your head and tapping our their sound, there is no such thing as a lazy day. When your chest hurts from responsibility and your breathing has no recognizable pattern, there is no such thing as calming down. When your heart is dark and sad and your eyes begin to lose their gleam, there is no such thing as sleeping it off. When your Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-53561669302377384082015-12-06T06:56:00.001-08:002015-12-07T21:15:32.876-08:00drifting sight over bars of lighther life was passing like a car on the freeway. neon lights blurring by as she swept through the excitement and life lying in the brightness. each hue of a neon sign or store light holding potential, but she couldn't focus on the individual glowing streaks, because her eyes were only trained in drifting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-7936394491880331672015-12-06T06:50:00.000-08:002015-12-06T07:03:29.603-08:00heavy livingthe weight of the world will drag you down if you let it. sometimes people get lucky and someone comes along to lighten the load. sometimes they don't. you can't depend on help that may never come. learn to throw off the burdens and only carry the bare essentials. pack light. live heavy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-17626508060659936422015-12-06T06:48:00.003-08:002015-12-06T07:11:02.451-08:00the thing isi'm sorry for not swallowing my pride when i had the chance
i'm sorry for not being able to see past my own reservations
i'm sorry for not grabbing your hand when i was terrified
i'm sorry for not telling you about all the words you inspired in my head
i'm sorry for not letting myself feel how you knew i could
i'm sorry for not hearing all the things you said without your voice
i'm sorry for not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-44942280524017782692015-11-09T05:09:00.000-08:002016-07-02T17:17:29.866-07:00the twinge of winter and the tight grip of frozen air9-17-15; 22:42
she was the kind of girl
who never took the jacket
you offered
even when flurries of snow were
on their way down her hair
she said she liked the chills
the bitter frost
because it made her feel wide awake
and she remembered all too well
when that wasn't the case
when that couldn't be the case
because numbness had robbed her of it
for now, she wanted the heat of her cheek
to melt Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-58978527051205988892015-11-08T06:57:00.000-08:002015-11-08T06:57:40.210-08:00the lost entry11-9-14; 15:24
There came a time when we just weren't looking in the same direction anymore. My dreams still consisted of sea spray and salty air, while his view suddenly had the pitter-patter of a baby's first footsteps across a hardwood kitchen floor. We came to realize that the baby, as it waddled away from him, was not running into my arms, but some other girl's. I was not the future mother Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-50405492226273921962015-11-07T16:23:00.001-08:002015-11-07T16:23:33.837-08:00Revelations of a Twenty-Something Kid: #1It's alright to stay home on a Saturday night, eating candy corn and applesauce in a pouch, playing with your cats, writing in your virtual diary, and waiting for SNL to come on in four hours. Sometimes it's nice to enjoy your own company and that of your treasures and pets. Sometimes, when you're alone, it doesn't seem all that lonely.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-40097006586879174372015-11-01T16:21:00.004-08:002015-12-06T06:47:03.083-08:00you were you were the anticipation to a cancelled party
you were the image on the postcard, recolored and retouched
you were the breath and the whisper of a handsome stranger
you were the fabricated, idealized idea of a boy
you were the wishful thinking of a teenager
you were the intoxicated warmth of liquid courage
you were the afterthought to a night of sadness
you were the cavalier smile hazed by Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-46292798735724407522015-11-01T11:46:00.002-08:002015-11-01T15:54:04.482-08:00black cat magicthe paranoia sets in
as he crosses the threshold
uninvited yet somehow welcome
the curiosities of your mind
encircle his darkness
as he slinks and he stalks
towards your form
soft as the dark hue of blue
in the star-peppered sky
and quick as the wind
tearing through trees
he winds through your home
mysteriously deliberate
and as he sweeps out
he takes you with him
into the night you follow
on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-16506272705121786472015-10-31T08:39:00.001-07:002015-10-31T08:41:13.404-07:00all hallow's evetonight we mock our demons and laugh at their desperate attempts to pull us under the surface.
tonight we dance with the devil, but only because it's our best friend dressed in sparkling red horns.
tonight we shine light on all the darkness with laughter and letting go of our faults and failures.
tonight we get drunk off apple cider and candy like we did when we were seven.
tonight we flashback Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-66322226149897371472015-10-26T19:50:00.003-07:002015-10-26T19:50:40.873-07:00a sunrise every timeand when he asked me which i preferred
a sunrise or a sunset
i had no hesitation when i told him my thoughts
deliberately i said a sunrise every time
because what is more beautiful than anticipation
than the possibility and the looking forward to
than the thought that anything
anything
just might happen
anything might take place in your story
and it's just over that burning light
just let the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-76367027145925174492015-10-24T19:22:00.001-07:002015-10-24T19:22:06.072-07:00wish you were heremaybe road trips wouldn't be so hard if the humming of my tires on the road didn't remind me of the way you hum in your sleep, or if the fading sun didn't make me recall a time when we sat on your back porch and laughed until the sun fell asleep, or if the warmth of the vents at my legs didn't feel like I was sitting cozily next to you on the couch after dinner at your parents' house last Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-63664447498441112782015-10-24T17:32:00.000-07:002015-10-24T17:32:06.517-07:00imaginary excerpts series: #2Whenever I get home, I see him standing in the doorway, though the door is closed, and he hasn't been here since last winter. I see him clear as I see the pine trees surrounding our house. I see him because I need to, because if I let myself think about the fact that he left me for the woods, I might end up leaving myself too. Or maybe making a run for it through the trees that hold him. For now,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-19329776322739840922015-10-24T17:24:00.002-07:002015-10-24T17:25:23.744-07:00imaginary excerpts series: #1My mom always took me with her on her morning bus run. We'd pick up about fifty kids from neighborhoods next to our own, making about ten stops along the way. I always brought a book with me, as suggested by my mother, though I never read them - at least not while the bus was moving. I have always suffered from car sickness, or motion sickness, whichever is the one where you get sick while Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-57212082640770613382015-10-24T17:20:00.001-07:002015-12-25T08:00:45.902-08:00the screaming mermaidshe's calling out to him, but he'll never hear her rasp
a desperate whisper, her voice is met with gravel and sand
rolling and thrashing into the swell of pressure and power
her words lost in the dispersion of grains and foam
he sits and waits for the one who sings
but finds no hope in a silent horizon
only sounds keeping the air from solidifying
are birds and waves and the buzzing of an airplaneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-12769030533573952542015-10-17T19:54:00.002-07:002015-10-17T19:54:45.048-07:00wild insideand when midnight's approaching and the trees have shut themselves in, the coyote of my soul steps out into the darkness and unleashes her yowl into a world not yet ready to accept her in the light.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-63045294194109377642015-10-13T18:19:00.002-07:002015-10-13T18:19:22.952-07:00good to know:sometimes the underdog is a lone wolf with nothing to lose.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-15115456786314478622015-10-12T07:33:00.001-07:002015-10-12T07:33:07.458-07:00dust and fire and magicAlleviate the frustrations of self-doubt and masking who you truly are. Strip yourself of the weights of negativity and second-guessing your heart. Tear away the leftover pieces of everyone who's ever hurt your soul or stomped on your aspirations. Burn the remnants of sadness left from those who don't deserve your emotions. Start over and, this time, remember that you're golden. Like the sun and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-38769682185358581422015-10-12T06:58:00.000-07:002015-10-12T06:58:12.468-07:00I dream in evergreen...I don't know about anyone else, but the woods make me come alive. When I'm surrounded by trees and the possibility of wild encounters, I am at peace. Where else am I as close to all that is real and true and free? The roots beneath me spark the embers inside me. The squawks of the woods serve as reminders that my language is not the only one. The shuffles of furry feet and the scratching of dead Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135471094439654672.post-33580193087040841582015-10-12T06:56:00.001-07:002015-10-24T17:27:10.631-07:00Story Starters Series: #1He thought about her like he thought about the time: constantly out of anxiousness and desperate anticipation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0