Lunar Ocean~

i find myself enflamed with tongues of riddles, filled with words of the wild, wild heart.

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:25:00 -0400

i find myself enflamed with tongues of riddles, filled with words of the wild, wild heart.

you dissuade me to not, yes, persuade me to do so,

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:24:32 -0400

you dissuade me to not, yes, persuade me to do so,
so i go thoroughly through your detailed take on vision, and you know i tried to look closely~ yet i'm convinced i might've over-thought this.
thinking, is that a bad thing?

i always look for your face

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:23:55 -0400

i always look for your face
in an ocean of an unfamiliar crowd.

in the ceremony of sky cleansing,

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:23:47 -0400

in the ceremony of sky cleansing,
i have been the sacrifice
bare skinned

And so, I woke from such a steep, wallowing slumber, head scattered like bones ashened, blessed over...

Fri, 10 May 2013 21:59:00 -0400

And so,

I woke from such a steep, wallowing slumber, head scattered like bones ashened, blessed over unknown oceans, so beat up and tattered like tasty ego food to the fish. I peek into my soul and found a collection of seconds I’ve reverently wished to come back, reverently, desperately, but the ones I can only read are my own letters to my old self. I’ve been to worlds, my loves, made to live differing lives, I’m afraid, am I still whole?

Again.

this place only feels like a dream,

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 23:50:00 -0400

this place only feels like a dream,
i don't wait to wake up
i don't sleep again to wake up
how can an hour feel like a month.

u hear not the shrills of the wind under covers of beds on floors during the stillness of the night. the silence can be told but it's a calm whence storms are announced, in hushed voices produced by leaves upon leaves. i shrill to think i still need to swallow more months after this fateful day, thinking of a future that used to only seem like a mirage of sorts, real for others, but only a distant cloud, for me. we break our backs looking to mark mountains with our names, and now that the marking may be done, will i dare to back down? i need to stay.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 03:59:51 -0400

u hear not the shrills of the wind under covers of beds on floors during the stillness of the night. the silence can be told but it's a calm whence storms are announced, in hushed voices produced by leaves upon leaves. i shrill to think i still need to swallow more months after this fateful day, thinking of a future that used to only seem like a mirage of sorts, real for others, but only a distant cloud, for me. we break our backs looking to mark mountains with our names, and now that the marking may be done, will i dare to back down? i need to stay.

fight for stoic rings with written sands upon soft palms, even with sleepy sulking eyes, even with weary sleeves over souls, even when even not, oh make me, forbearance.

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 03:52:00 -0400

fight for stoic rings with written sands upon soft palms, even with sleepy sulking eyes, even with weary sleeves over souls, even when even not, oh make me, forbearance.

contemplating on a possibility of an art form that is never finished.

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 23:24:25 -0400

contemplating on a possibility of an art form that is never finished.

someone not save me

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 06:22:44 -0400

someone not save me
instead tell me to continue on.

i don't know where i got these wings

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 06:20:32 -0400

i don't know where i got these wings
feathered feet, feathered heart
escape to the leaves
escape to the leaves.

im actually asking myself why i think i shouldn't stop and why i need to still do this. the same faces keep popping into my head and i crunch my heart into a single crumple and swallow whatever world-forsaken disillusionment i have and persuade myself another million times to move into another step, for them. my hermes feet badly want to escape, badly, like i'll die if i won't, i tell you they do, but the weight of another sun burns reason into my brain that i dissuade my escapist impulses, to only motion forward, forward. i can't breathe, but more steps toward this path have to be taken, and should be taken. so here i am, still.

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 06:10:00 -0400

im actually asking myself why i think i shouldn't stop and why i need to still do this. the same faces keep popping into my head and i crunch my heart into a single crumple and swallow whatever world-forsaken disillusionment i have and persuade myself another million times to move into another step, for them. my hermes feet badly want to escape, badly, like i'll die if i won't, i tell you they do, but the weight of another sun burns reason into my brain that i dissuade my escapist impulses, to only motion forward, forward. i can't breathe, but more steps toward this path have to be taken, and should be taken. so here i am, still.

i went out with a pad to pen stars, to stare at my cold feet.

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 05:52:18 -0400

i went out with a pad to pen stars, to stare at my cold feet.

i feel like crying and i only have this melon to appease me.

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 00:56:39 -0400

i feel like crying and i only have this melon to appease me.

"i can't breathe" seems to be one of my favorite lines this week.

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 00:52:00 -0400

"i can't breathe" seems to be one of my favorite lines this week.
i can't breathe.

things are breaking.

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 00:51:45 -0400

things are breaking.

to have no time to write is like having no time to breathe, think and rethink.

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 06:33:17 -0400

to have no time to write is like having no time to breathe, think and rethink.

i'd like to clean my skin off of you with books and dreamy afternoons as oceans appear before me by this window and rains over quaint curtains of my eyes when i'd like to think the birds will come sing to me, like snow white, yet i know i won't bite on another apple as i'm convinced sliced orange seems more enticing now.

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 05:43:59 -0400

i'd like to clean my skin off of you with books and dreamy afternoons as oceans appear before me by this window and rains over quaint curtains of my eyes when i'd like to think the birds will come sing to me, like snow white, yet i know i won't bite on another apple as i'm convinced sliced orange seems more enticing now.

Photo

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 06:36:16 -0400

i still can smile, so i guess tomorrow will be better. the face of the sun looks pale in an afternoon, i like it better with soft shines, i like it better when the sky is a little pale too, i like it when the wind is breeze and when the air is a breath, a certain familiar hush of a friend. i like it better when the leaves of trees smile, when its hair smells of quaint sky, when the earth is welcoming and when the stars are so excited to see me. i like it when the sun holds on to the sky, when it avoids exiting to the clouds, as if about to sleep beneath the mountains, but it tries not to, because it'll miss the world. i like it when colors struggle at the heavens, it makes me feel like the world invites me to live another day with another night, while i walk below it with my neck bent, my face towards the cosmos, enchanted. i almost want to paint the sky, every time, thankful, i can still smile.

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 06:17:00 -0400

i still can smile, so i guess tomorrow will be better. the face of the sun looks pale in an afternoon, i like it better with soft shines, i like it better when the sky is a little pale too, i like it when the wind is breeze and when the air is a breath, a certain familiar hush of a friend. i like it better when the leaves of trees smile, when its hair smells of quaint sky, when the earth is welcoming and when the stars are so excited to see me. i like it when the sun holds on to the sky, when it avoids exiting to the clouds, as if about to sleep beneath the mountains, but it tries not to, because it'll miss the world. i like it when colors struggle at the heavens, it makes me feel like the world invites me to live another day with another night, while i walk below it with my neck bent, my face towards the cosmos, enchanted. i almost want to paint the sky, every time, thankful, i can still smile.