| when it is midnight, and you can't sleep... |
when it is midnight,
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as a harbor:i welcome your limbs as they come inas a harbor:
to shore, sand-spangled and desperate. i become a small gray bird with stilt legs: too tall for
the both of us. i am the things you couldn't ask for, only thought quietly. the night that cradles you or spits you out onto its dark cheeks.
by ~maria-tulfe
to be scorched.the mad surge of pelvicto be scorched.
bones, sharp and undeniable. our fingertips tracing crescent ridges
and liquid shadows -
a tic, a strange, disembodied twitch, hips stiff with trying not to lean in;
mouths dry, we're anticipating the sly dip lower, the insistent moon-shapes of nails left where skin
gives
under pressure:
close, and primal, and
never enough.
by ~maria-tulfe
a moment i can't photograph:it is only tonight that you realize how many years are still before you -a moment i can't photograph:
when the sky stays cerulean-bright after sunset
and remnants of october heat begin to creep into your restless bones.
by ~maria-tulfe
when it is midnight,remember: i love you.when it is midnight,
remember i will hold your folded body as if it were a paper boat.
remember you can always
write me a letter. address it
to anonymous. put your whole heart in it, struggling yet alive.
above all, remember mostly this:
life is transient, but we are not. if we bury our toes into damp soil along with the people who leave us behind,
you and i
become no more than trees.
by ~maria-tulfe
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to an ocean-eyed boy:to an ocean-eyed boy:
i’m writing poetry in crooked black lines down your throat and along your neck because maybe they will lead you back to me.
i'm looking through attics and dark broken alleyways for something to believe in, but all i’m coming up with is dust and empty pockets of gasp-for-breath moments when i’m alone and the silence is crushing down on me. i can’t find it, can’t find the faith you’ve slung so easily around your neck next to your collection of paper thoughts and that piece of my heart.
(but i could never find you, either, so maybe
it’s just me.)
by ~oneofthose-rachels
drinking the sky.drinking the sky.
she wants to be loved by someone beautiful.
she has dreamt up names and a face; a smile and laughter and sparkling green eyes. she has watched, through a haze of fairy dust, mornings at coffee bean together, sitting opposite him cupping mugs in their hands and not saying anything
because in the mornings at seven, lost in each other’s company with the synchrony of their movements playing a harmony and the drone of grey-suited office workers as a background accompaniment, what would you like are the only words they need to share.
because when he loves her that much, the fra
by ~oneofthose-rachels
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Journal History
- Jul 24, 2009 idea HELP!
- Jul 20, 2009 Google survey thing.
- Jul 8, 2009 hmm.
- Jun 30, 2009 music makes my heart beat.
- Jun 24, 2009 woo.
- Jun 5, 2009 hiatus.
- May 20, 2009 i want to know...
- May 19, 2009 i wander the city thinking, it's empty without you
- May 18, 2009 bartok, beethoven, bubbles and cake.
- May 14, 2009 Poll thing...
Webcam
idea HELP!
HopeDevious Info
- Current Residence: united states
- Interests: poetry. painting. love. music! equality. lj. spanish. interesting things. weekends. sleep. skin. you
- Favourite movie: snow cake. into the wild. dark harbor. harry potter. little miss sunshine. dead poets society
- Favourite band or musician: tori amos. radiohead. jeff buckley. sigur ros. regina spektor. leonard cohen. manu chao. vast
- Favourite genre of music: indie. world. slow. introspective
- Favourite artist: gaudi. dali. picasso. warhol. van gogh. pollock
- Favourite poet or writer: neruda. lorca. ts eliot. ee cummings. rios. heather bell. neil gaiman. toni morrison. allen ginsberg
- Favourite photographer: irving penn. ami vitale
- Favourite style of art: realism. surrealism
- Operating System: windows vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPhone 3g
- Shell of choice: cowriieeee
- Wallpaper of choice: paint's better
- Skin of choice: mine or yours
- Favourite game: scrabble. ispy. finding shapes in cloudsss
- Favourite gaming platform: nonee
- Favourite cartoon character: none really lately
- Personal Quote: is it bad i can't think of one?
- Tools of the Trade: notebook. paper. pen. music. computer
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
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you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all / oh, when i am with you there's no reason to pretend / that when i am with you / i feel flames again / just put me inside you / i would never, ever leave...
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(i need more grace than i thought.)
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let's trade
an eye for an eye,
a laugh for a laugh,
a truth for a truth.
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If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
~ Brian Andreas
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you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all / oh, when i am with you there's no reason to pretend / that when i am with you / i feel flames again / just put me inside you / i would never, ever leave...
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If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT. -Frank Zappa
REPO! the Genetic Opera [link]
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Eternal wishes for a love divine,
poured out of your heart
and rushed to the mind
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