the night began like quiet breathing,
gentle, pale, and shallow,
a surrealist painting exhaled into being.
a flicker of light. a flourish of stars.
a delicate ebb and flow of existence.
i remember how... Read More
I haven't updated in a while because my internet connection has been on the fritz... damn internet... but I'm back!
1. I've been looking for a new job in the non-profit field, especially one serving those with developmental disabilites. I'm hoping to finally put my Psychology degree to some use. I had two interviews last week for similiar positions (called a "mobility trainer"), which entail... Read More
i have a friend that left SD for SF and loves it.. hope everything works out for you... funny.. it's very possible that i've maybe walked by you and NEVER noticed! haha! is that creepy? hahahaha! sorry.. k, goodnight! byebyebye!
Leonard asks me if there's anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what's the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that's an easy one, my son, it's whatever you want it to be.
Absofuckinglutely. I love this book so far -... Read More
I'm at a crossroads in my life right now. I"m thinking of moving out of state... possibly to Oregon or Arizona or Chicago. I don't want to pay rent in an expensive beach town anymore, and I'm ready for a change. I want to explore a new city, a new lifestyle, a new job. My heart is aching for novelty, for exhilaration, for a renewed... Read More
Write, for example, The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, thats certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Anothers. She will be anothers. Like before my kisses.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, thats certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
there are only a few sublte differences, but i just love it. i'm actually planning a new tattoo around the line "love is so short, forgetting is so long."
i don't really feel comfortable posting my own poetry as silly as it sounds. i'm getting published soon with a local press, so maybe after that i'll be more willing to share.....
how about you, do you write?
I am in uh ... damn. Like 45 away from LA. Irvine or something. Its my granddads 75th Bday.
But i love it here .. this is all family stuff, fuck it. Im coming back. Soon. SOON.
Id love to chill with you then... =D promise? hehe [maybe you can show me a good club to work at - ohnoes >.<]
Its my roommate's corset, I go look now ...
and yes, it would fit you perfect. =) A 24-26 corset is your size... and what a one to start out with. This corset is serious fab. If you want it, paypal to pinkeye@pink-envy.com with your name, return address and "THIS IS MY CORSET BITCH" so I know what to send out.
Add $7.00 for shipping.
<3 Your so gonna love it. This corset is pure envy.
