This is a souvenir, taken from the place we went so we could leave this pain behind.
Stop. Rewind.
Polyphony and Pontification: A Nocterna in Pathetique
Tangled wires and cables, like umbilical cords, connect us to the artificial things that deliver us our life blood. Blank-eyed screens give us the impossible things we were too realistic to believe in. The clock in the corner tallies... Read More
In your empty bed
regret occupies
the cold spot on the sheets
my body once warmed.
I stayed awake
night
and then night
again watching
the orangey glow of the streetlight
pour in the window, spill
across your face,
stretching eyelash shadows across your cheeks,
hot tears down mine.
With clenched fists I waited
knowing my white knuckles
couldn't force you to hold on.
Now... Read More
where the wild things are was my favorite book when i was little... and i feel like a total asshole now because i told you i had a frame, but when it came down to framing it, the fram is about 2 inches too small. what should i do?
from this place of fantasy, of unreality and delusion, a mind- as alive as my own, has birthed itself into a tangible form. a man has come from an identity sheathed in facade and hidden by alias.
the name you know him by is not the name that his chocolate skinned
mother, in her leopard skin pants, called out the window to... Read More
our ocean is very cranky today...I am so mad at myself I was supposed to do my turtle patrol this morning but i accidently slept in!!!!
I think that Jacksonville is gonna be fine as far as Frances is concerned, we are only expecting catagory 1 force winds 70-80 MPH it the people down south that are gonna get it...
I hope you get to feeling better soon...boys are stupid!!!
Some of us sleep with notebooks by our bedside, and have waken at 3 am to write down another lyric, another scene, another idea. Some of us would gladly trade sleep for another chapter done. Some of us... Read More
your comment to jonnytrrrash7 was amazingly wrong. It is rare for me to see you make such a blatantly innacurate statement. I may not always comment. I may not always address what you have written. But I always read your journals. Sometimes I have to go back because I miss some. But the only time I dont read them is when you change them before I get the chance. I dont know for sure that this has happened but since I know you have changed some I did read I can only assume you must have changed some that I didnt get to. That kind of makes me sad. I wonder what I missed.
labored breathing sounds your tired spine twisted to steal from your microphone.
mmmmm.