February 2012
4 posts
My boyfriend hates Tumblr, so I'm safe posting...
OHMAGAWD who makes cookie-dough stuffed cupcakes for valentines day?
Only someone who loves their significant other very much.
Now, quick… someone give me suggestions for the decorations.
They have to be extremely badass, that is the only rule.
:]
Just 1/2
You can’t just rot on the shelf Pick the shards from the shit, Taking hit after hit after hit until the throws become your own and you’re living in a house that’s not a home, unanimated like some masochistic drone peering around corners in the gloom searching for that throbbing ache we know as hope waiting to bloom as if some dark figure would appear and cure the loneliness you’ve held deep...
January 2012
3 posts
Namaste
I know it isn’t really a good place to be sticking my head,
But it’s better then up your ass like I used to.
I am currently praising the divine higher consciousness for shifting my will toward the will of love, of joy, of peace, and of truth.
I know that it really isn’t any of my business, but Shakespeare once said,
“These violent delights have violent ends
And in...
I was forced to write fiction. I figured, what the...
Today I walked around the plaza. It was windy, I could feel my hair whipping my face and neck, and the cold made my fingers creak. I had forgotten the knit scarf at home. I hadn’t noticed at first because I had my tea, but now it was gone and my teeth chattered. I tried to shove my hands deep into my pockets, but the ratty leather allowed the crisp air to permeate it, leaving my hands balled up...
December 2011
2 posts
October 2011
1 post
Is This A Conspiracy Plot, Or Gay Porn with a...
malcolmistthealchemist:
Secret Forbidden Rites of the Illoomennaughty
September 2011
4 posts
Me pretending you can mush words together and they...
Aromatic coffee beans
enzymes hugging insides
the pulse of the day is in conjuction with the hearts beating
trying to speed time into something it isn’t
the din of the room is belly filling with gut instincts,
stomaching the jokes and smells
unearthed from the roots of our society we land here
smelling of shit and frustration
drink our coffee
and the world can’t be our friend...
People like me?
I have been asked many times as of late for my blogging address. I feel very honored. I hope you all enjoy yourselves, and I will definitely be posting a lot more lately just to honor your requests for more writing! I will be seeing you every thursday at Winning for open mic! Have a great week and see you next time.
Redisovery
A rush of adrenaline or a drag of a cigarette. We live in a fucked up world. Take another swig, man. Who gives a shit? You’re just skin and bone anyways. Nobody will miss you. We do what we can to get by, spanging change at a gas station for smokes for booze for drugs, Let’s test our livers tonight, you call it addiction and I proudly agree It’s not like you nonsmokers arent...
Tip Toes and Cosmos
Stars swelling behind my glittering thoughts
Freckled with stardust, we breathe creation
Glimmering moonshine strobes beneath our skin
Dancing rhythm in sync with the ether
Kindred souls are born ‘neath pregnant night skies
With thoughts a glow and brightness unalike
Sunlight, putting a rest our stirring ego
Elixirs of existence filling full
Chakras and Chis, swirling movements with love
Harmony...
August 2011
2 posts
I am cold without your arms
But I don’t know if you’d care to warm me up.
-
Desolate heart cave
I always have goosebumps now
Let you be with me.
apyrrhicvictory:
why’d i think this time around would be better?
June 2011
1 post
Fuck.
When you look into my eyes,
Do you see blue? Or do you see sad?
I am sitting in a room devoid of sunshine
Locked away in this fucking prison you seem to put me into.
I don’t remember letting you do this, but I must’ve, because you think it’s okay.
It’s hard to see the real sun through eyes clouded by your stupid ignorant face.
Is it always about you?
Is it really...
March 2011
5 posts
February 2011
5 posts
Bye bye,
weekend, and possibility of a car.
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your...”
– Lawrence M. Krauss
I will always reblog this.
(via apyrrhicvictory)
“I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
– The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (via apyrrhicvictory)
I guess it's only cute the first hundred love...
I’m still not quitting, though, even if the reactions I get are not as I’d hoped.
:P AND THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.
After a while, it gets so cute it’s gross.
It’s the opposite with my cat, so gross that the little fucker is cute. How does that happen? I don’t know. But here’s the poem, anyways…
When I was made, I was given a knee cap or two. Ten toes,...
January 2011
4 posts
I had a dream last night.
I was with an old friend when we discovered that by taking an Advil, we could become babies again and live like two year olds. When we got tired of it, we could simply take another and wake up back as teenagers. We did this and ended up at a birthday party for a young child, and the father was leading us in a sing and dance parties for toddlers. But when we were toddlers, we still had the mindset...
December 2010
2 posts
To be, or not to be?
That is the question. Weather tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them? To die; to sleep: no more. And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and a thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die; to sleep: to sleep… perchance to dream. Ay,...
YICE!
You and I
by ju
You are delicious And I am greedy. You are generous And I am needy. You are experienced And I am learning. You are flammable And I am burning.
November 2010
5 posts
Don't be upset.
You are cute. Adorable. Even snuggleable.
I write you cheesy poems cuz you’re cute even when you frown
But it’s sad to see you so in pain so I try and turn it upside down.
A boy so sweet, you heat my cold heart when I’m upset
The sound of you crying makes my insides twist and strain
The blood from my heart draining
I can’t even explain the way my heart skips a beat...
Aaron.
The creamy blend of rich caramel and soft powder that makes our skin,
The sweet smell of your hair, and my breath on yours
Our fingers interlaced making a delicate set of ten stripes.
Eyelashes that touch when we kiss
You’ve turned me into a romantic
I’ve turned you into one
Becoming known as the pair and not individual has made me more real than I was before.
I love being...
The Best Teddy Bear in the World
Relaxing with a teddy bear twice my size,
Listening to a heart beat that couldn’t be fake,
Feeling your soft fingertips tracing my contours
You are the comfort of a thousand teddy bears and more chocolate than our body weights combined.
Laying on your chest with my arms woven into yours, my heart hurts because it can never be close enough to you
And when you kiss me I forget where I...
Waiting for you means a couple lifetimes of nervous glances at the time.
A few anxious peaks around the corner to make sure you’re not waiting at the next stoplight just down the street.
It means a million hesitations to call you and make sure you didn’t get in a wreck,
(and realizing that if I called while you were driving it might be the cause of the wreck.)
Talking to you puts...
Hoover's Bride by David Small
Hoovers old house was in need of repairs,
With it’s broken-out windows and broken-down stairs
The grass in the yard, never cut, sprouted wildly.
To call it a jungle was putting it wildly.
The dust trickled down in delicate rills,
But soon mounted up into generous hills.
While Hoover relaxed with TV cartoons,
Little by little, those hills became dunes.
Then one afternoon, at a quarter to five,
A...
October 2010
1 post
Rainbows adorning my fingers and wrists and neck, I waltz to school like the winner of America’s Next Top Model. The girl everyone greets, knows, you’re dying to meet me, I’m the hot girl in your tiny world like the center of the school and on my way to the bathroom you turn your heads. I am the eye catcher, the giver of whiplash and starry eyes and broken hearts. And I look back...
September 2010
3 posts
Truth,
Claire Carlson
2nd period Seminar
Rough Draft IS # 1
Once said Lily Tomlin “Reality is a crutch for people who can’t cope with drugs.” In this essay, we will explore the controversial topic of Marijuana and Hemp legalization. We will discover the truth about how the active chemical in Marijuana affects your brain, including the damage it can cause and the repairs it can...
Keeeennannn Raaavvee.
You’re so close to me that when you left I felt our hands tearing apart
My entire left side, flesh ripped and second half extracted
Tore off and handcuffed, dragged off,
I feel the absence of you and it aches me
It aches my poor swollen skin and bone
It hurts my heart that’s bleeding out from where you once were
It’s safe to say you are my friend,
still my second half
...
“Be wary of your strengths; they double as your weaknesses. Embrace your...”
August 2010
1 post
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss being an inspired human being.
I long for the days when I had miles to write and hours to read.
I regret the days I spent scrubbing my brain of talent and replacing it with sick cold anger and scar tissue.
I wish I could take back the words I lost in my haze of little bad habits and self loathing.
My keyboard scares me.
I hate that I cry when I delete my writing.
Before, I felt so...
June 2010
3 posts
Camille,
you have a bright intellegent face
beauty leaking from each pore.
You are a shine on the face of the earth
brighter then the stars in the sky
You have bountiful knowledge
Miles of jokes
Leagues of hugs
A surplus of kind, and loving
you are a fireperson
and a president
and a poet,
you are a mathematician and a sociologist
An oceanographer,
philosopher,
ambassador,
teacher.
...
May 2010
1 post
A feeling
You can call it what you want.
A notion. A shadow of an idea, a hunch
An intuition
The small whisper of persuasion you can’t be sure if you actually heard.
I can be sure this impression isn’t physical
though it seems always to be lurking in the corner of my vision
its the feeling you get when your leg falls asleep
when your fingertips go numb
when you can swear someone just...
March 2010
9 posts
Blog, he said. And then there was light.
Hear me or not, I’m talking. The intellectuals are an endangered species.
Us, the observers, were the ones sitting in your alleyways defying gravity while you do your taxes and schedule meetings. We’re the ones thinking while you’re obeying.
Manic depression, how about manic reality? We’re alive. Do we need to be medicated into submission, drugged into paper lives you...
“Without nothing we are everything, and with everything what have we to gain?”