February 2012
14 posts
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haiku abuse #1
sometimes late at night I think there’s a reason that ev’rything happens
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that love song
maybe it’s just as Sylvia said and I only made you up in my head.
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bathroom thoughts
bathroom thoughts are like dreams of sand and water that slip through my fingers
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Asking Too Much
One of those things which I really wish I wrote:
militarynorbs:
“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you And tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe...
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The sound of silence
I could tell you what every silence means every pregnant pause every break in my sentences every moment lost
I could analyse every hesitation every shake of my head every comma, every period every un-uttered word
I could explain every downcast gaze every single sigh I could put every breath in its place If only you’d ask why.
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real
I abandoned my dreams for something real only to find that it did not fulfil
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in the city
You are the old immigrants who arrived with the ancient ships; drifted in on the wind. Now you’re living life on the ledge of a building; in the drains and gutters; in the cracks and crevices of walls and pavements. You make nests of mortar and cement, glued to the undersides of bridges, fastened on rooftops.
You used to rely on starlight, now the golden lights confuse you, the glass...
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just a girl
I am a girl, and I am entitled to skip among the fallen leaves dance in the rain sing madly walk in the falling snow til ice crystals collect in my hair run until it hurts;
walk alone under a dark sky look up at the lone bright star and wish for you
I am a girl, and I am entitled to feel this way.
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wreathed
and he sees her wreathed in flames like the devil herself slowly roiling
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web of dreams
this is the web of my dreams look at it fraying at the seams
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had
funny how it feels sad to lose something you never even had
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life in the forest
in the end, it is the green that saves her the soft whirr of wings on the wind the quiet stoicism of the trees unaging, uncomplaining stolidly bearing the scars of their years
in the forest, she forgets except to call each leaf by its name to catch the sunlight in a spider’s web and to recognise the voices of those who sing
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all the same
we are all the same animal of chance and circumstance hope and happenstance
one story, one mind one pack of lies one way to live and one way to die
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muse
I hear the words in my head and I must write them down before I forget them before I forget myself