December 2009
33 posts
“One should always be drunk. That’s the one thing that matters. In order not to...”
– Baudelaire
The streetlights cast their weak golden glow over the brick driveways.
They shine, now, as I lie in the dark, willing my body to tire,
And they will shine in the hours when sleep finally takes over my racing thoughts,
And I, too, plummet towards darkness.
“A: I’m in a really awkward position right now.
u: It’s called being...”
It’s better in the morning
When the dizziness from last night still lingers,
But our ears no longer ring.
When the slivers of visible light slide around the edges of the window covering,
Tapping on our half-closed lids,
There is only one reason to admit the day:
It’s better in the morning.
A Pretty Song - Mary Oliver
From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?
This isn’t a playground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to...
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via anditslove) (via narcolepsyweed) (via nostalgicdreams) me too (via pirouettelove) (via aseriesofserendipities) (via eemmaa) (via floatingintheblue) (via sitbackrelapse) (via numberrss)
(I don’t ever want to grow up.)
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– “Listening to conversation unfold in a car full of hot girls is like listening to a Girltalk record. It’s a cacophony of random sugary thoughts pretending to relate, and everyone is trying to get their soundbite heard. I wanna be a billionaire in training, she says.
One’s vanity is the only...
When you’ve got it, you’ve got it, and you’ll know. You will feel it building up inside you—hour after hour, day after day, while you wait anxiously, tapping feet and arching back, holding out for that moment when you can open yourself up and release this bestial flow of creation. And then it comes, almost violently, in ravages. Everything you are is thrust forward in an...
In an "Interview" with Conor Oberst of Bright...
Interviewer: How about this Arienette, how does she fit into this?
Conor: I prefer not to talk about it, in case she’s listening.
Interviewer: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was a real person.
Conor: She’s not. I made her up.
Interviewer: Oh, so she’s not real?
Conor: Just as real as you or I.
Interviewer: I don’t think I understand.
Conor: Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I...
Vacant sidewalks
Echoing halls
The sun sets over steeples of hollowed out buildings
In the space-in-between,
I can take it all in.
The hum of the refrigerator becomes
Soothing to my thirsty ears
And I watch as a lone soul makes her way across the street.
The only evidence of my existence
Are the ice-cold fingertips tugging back the curtain.
The windows frame what was once my world.
...
“The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting...”
– Henry Miller (via jenphur)
A small fish with a hook through its heart
Can’t ignore the tug it feels
When the tension increases
And it is being called, called.
There is pain, yes.
But the fact that there is something beyond
Is not to be denied.
And whether it’s a great murky lake
Or a luminescent memory,
Fighting through the fog
May result in finally being owned.
There are long walks through cold winds
And...
Arm in arm we walk/
Our warmth challenging the cold/
So young and alive.
December 7
Haiku/ 06 December
December hits hard/
Icy wind demands my warmth/
Can’t prepare for this/
““What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know! Something...”
– The Incredibles, 2004
“I could not have defined the change -
Conversation of the mind -
Like...”
– Emily Dickinson
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A Haiku for December Two
Grey skies and wet streets—
on a coffee and smokes run,
I’m a happy mess.
A Haiku a Day for the Month of December
leafless outlined tree
painted on a sapphire sky
all stark and supreme
“You used to be one of the rotten ones and I...