March 2012
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Pity
I’m waiting on a diamond and a tether.
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You are in high school. You dropped out of high school. You live within 20 minutes of your best friend. You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed. You live within 20 minutes of your ex. You have been to the movies within the last week. You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours. You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year. You have been a designated driver. You...
3.28
I coasted by today. I’m panicking but not for or because of you. Contrary, you keep me grounded, steady. Swimming head, fearful heart; what hurts more? It’s easy to be envious of freedom, harder to be green for patience.
Understand me, John Smith. My compass needs guiding.
It's hard
trying to find the light at the end of this tunnel. Maybe it’s because I’ve been stuck here so long that I’m finally feeling the weight of it. What hurts the most is sitting there and watching it dangle in front of me; “don’t bother, you have to wait anyways.”
My ears are burning. I’m embarrassed.
3.22
I keep hearing his voice in my head, speaking softly. How can I yearn so much and so steadily in this world? Am I the weak one? There is a source of inspiration but the tangibility continues to be evasive, at least in absence of you. I need to sleep now, so that I can hear you again. You’re already ahead of me.
“Catch up.”
His name is Eddie.
The guy from the restaurant. His name is Eddie.
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3.20
I’m doing my best to describe; trying to put together my thoughts so that they’ll flow as beautifully as the blues and grays I swim in. Yet even then, the metaphor is lacking. How do I tell someone about the way my heart beats in my ears at the sight of you or the how it tickles when your nose grazes my inner thighs? These goosebumps aren’t from the cold. I push you away, you...
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Ever
have one of those moments where you feel like not existing? Not dying, not living. Just disappearing?
Man…
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Made of Nails
Shrouded in poor, rusted taste Coarse in choice, raspy in voice “I rise with the thorns in springtime, vicious”
Anything but ineffable “I am mellifluous to those who love destruction,” I said in an effort to believe it. “Let me be the warmth of your rage” “I will caress the pain in your eyes” “Pull on the weight within your heart” He...
calypsetta:
I just told him I’m gonna go to the wind ensemble concert and bring him flowers. Oh man.
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I wasn’t going to write about the dream I had last night, mostly because I can’t make any sense of it. At least I can see metaphors in most of them, but I can’t wrap my mind around this one. Help me out?
I dreamt I was back in the woodsy side of the open field again, except it was sunny and no one was running. There was a fair type thing going on and lots of wooden buildings...
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