Feeling lazy.Leaving dA with nothing. =/ Ehh.
EpidemicBreathe, breathe it in:Epidemic
The polluted air, the frantic agendas,
(those ironic traffic jams)
the ciagrette ashes flicked out
car windows.
Hear those news anchors,
their monotoned voices--
TWO MORE DIED TODAY. GOOD EVENING. THREE MORE DIED TODAY. GOOD NIGHT. FOUR MORE DIED TODAY. STAY TUNED. (Hear how they stutter so slightly?)
I can't remember where my purse has gone. Did I leave it at the grocery store? Did I leave the stove on? What am I making for dinner?
(No need to think about starvation, other peopl
It's Been A Long TimeI used to play the songs that reminded me of you late in the night so you were the last thing I'd think about before I fell asleep. When I tried to close my eyes and the radio hadIt's Been A Long Time
gone to static, I couldn't lay still, the light from the moon slipping through the blinds. So I tried to count the stars, but then I realized that the nearly impossible is more beautiful when we find that it's possible, that's why we left it alone, like a promise
that we haven't broken but haven't fufilled. Sometimes the best reasons I can give to you about why we ever needed love, life, and t
The First Words . . .Everyday watching the windows open themselves to a cold, lonely breeze, when the light folds itself into streams of color on the walls . . . There's this rhythm that keeps going as long as I'm alive, a heartbeat, a breath taken, and one escaping from me-- I lose it in the air, as it spreads itself out and thins itself into nothing. There's a dictionary that sits on the shelf someplace, neglected and unused, the pages yellowing from cigarette smoke, that soaks itself inside-- a million words, most of which I'll never use, myThe First Words . . .
A Poem I Wrote Today...I felt as if you were carrying me on your wings, your back caving in like a cradle. Your breathing heavy like a storm's cold sigh, but your eyes closed and hair clinging to your forehead. I felt like I was falling and skimming the surface of an ocean, letting my fingers glide along just slightly. We're rolling around with our hands holding each other up, pushing against each other. I let myself collapse, your arms catch me, and your dark eyes are opening, my body sprawled out across you. I hear your whispers rippling out, my hand grasping the fabric of your t-shirt, the world tA Poem I Wrote Today...
Distracted
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These stamps are CLEAN and do not bear the impression of this writing.
^ lolz. whyd i write thaT ! i hate myself. lolz @ my neck.
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there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven...
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there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven...
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there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven...
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PSYCHO GROUPIE COCAINE CRAZY
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PSYCHO GROUPIE COCAINE CRAZY
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Une photographie, c'est un arrêt du coeur d'une fraction de seconde.
[Pierre Movila]
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