December 2011
13 posts
“One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are...”
– Ehrlinger, Joyce; Johnson, Kerri; Banner, Matthew; Dunning, David; Kruger, Justin
“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in...”
– Albert Einstein (via decrepito)
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...”
– Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via decrepito)
“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between...”
– Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart (via decrepito)
November 2011
19 posts
why
i want to count
and memorize
the floaters
in your eyes
never sure
what I try to say
most of the time
in plaster dreams
breathing
like my lungs are
on fire
others
more like labor
varies
by the shadows
layered behind
my eyelids
waiting
like calcium deposits
take my veins
take my hide
i’m better off
without
my blood runs
regardless
of the rain
wide asleep
trying to predict
the last
myoclonic...
1 tag
I’d write you a book but
words always lead me astray
away, the pages even shy
the words aren’t really mine
to call my own
they’re just borrowed like the time
with you, there’s not enough
hands and flesh
misplaced my breath
somewhere in the sheets
playing hide and seek
near your whispering eyes
where I’ll trace your lips and drink your sighs
until I’ve breathed some part of you inside of me
that I...
when silence’s instruments stop playing
and sleep seeps slowly over
dream of things
you’ve never seen.
you can’t, you’re caught
snarled on a nasty knot
entangled in a world
too obscene
let your mind stray
a bit too far from its cage
and hope that it comes back
and remembers how to play pretend
so you can make it through the day
October 2011
40 posts
“If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice...”
– e.e. cummings
I dreamt I awoke
in a fit of stainless surgeons
with all their soulless steel
they told me I had teetered at the top
of the highest diving board
and when I saw the world below
I smiled and let go
my spine crumpled at the bottom
my skull spoke with pavement too
but it’s my insides that are rotting
my bones were always held with glue
can’t eat
can’t sleep
I have too much to think
trapped in my mind
it gnaws on my brain
walls closing in
the air too thin
the water too cold
the world is so old
the people too young
not meant to be
not meant to breathe
we can run from it all
probably fall
I can teach you how
not to swim, but to drown
find the only peace
at the bottom of the sea
just you and me.
we could build that castle
and...
my mind seems to revolve around the organs of the ocean
the sun-cracked ribs of that forgotten ship
we found washed up on the beach
used to a hold a heart, worn and rubbed raw by the sand
but a heart nonetheless for the salt-licked fingers to caress
til it lost its sense of way, lost its track of day
and dissolved with the dusk
sinking, sinking
feelings
leave us needing
reasons to keep bleeding
so our hearts will keep on beating
and our lungs keep on breathing
our nightmares always breeding
last night I dreamt of these things that crawl beneath my skin
I have a scalpel and I’m slicing open at my flesh and I’m clawing them out
but they’re everywhere and my hands are painted red a nd the holes are growing
faster than I can stitch them shut
I pause
and when I see the pile of foreign things
lying in a tangled, shredded heap
I realize they were my arteries
now confetti
on the floor
1 tag
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream...”
– Edgar Allan Poe
