It comes in waves, It all ways does ( Read more... )

 MY CURRENT HODGE-PODGE OF EMOTIONS:


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My mouth can't seem to translate my constricting and shifting imagination
   that twists and bends my thoughts.....

they multiple at a cruel and unreachable rate...

My tounge has forgotten the age long beats
   that sculpt conscienous into sound...
Leaving the language trapped silently
   in the hallows of my head
   they linger far too long and ( Read more... )

It was a nice night out when Elena and I went to Tony's. Dancing and joking, new faces. A long but enjoyable stroll from Leigh to Marshall. Stray cats and uneven paths. Police tape lined the street and we made faces at the cops, laughing to ourselves wondering if they'd seen. Arrived at Marshall St. Cafe. 11:30. Rob's off, and we're off. Step. Step ( Read more... )

PLEASE DEFINE BEAUTY AND WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU.

I would like to know what you think is beautiful, both the tangible, and non-tangible.

Pictures are appreciated as well, but I am more intersted in your written opinion.

If you've never commented in my account before, now's the time to start!!

     "If I had only. . .
forgotten future greatness
and looked at the green things and the buildings
and reached out to those around me
and smelled the air
and ignored the forms and the self-styled obligations
and heard the rain on the roof
and put my arms around my wife
       . . . and it's not too late"

Huge Prather, Notes to Myself

( Realizations in Richmond )

      Adventures emerge slowly, but be-hold! They have arrived. Sparked by summer meteorshowers and desire. Chrisp air. The kind that needs a sweater but warms you at the same time. Fresh damp air; clouded with shadows and coupled with the overlap of noises. We gatherred at Lia's for a reandevous of sorts. Mingiling with eachother, smoking bowls ( Read more... )

I speak to my mother and she breaks.
I speak to my friend and she is let down.
I speak to everyone and they are distant.
I speak to no one; they are silent.

Yesteday Elena and I went to this abanoned house that I had been dying to go to. The grass sat 3 feet tall and the butterflies where the new residents. Oh! they were so friendly! The creeping ivy prettied up the peeling paint and broken glass; light cast a shadow on our feet. The floor was littered with odd piles of papers upon papers of arabic and ( Read more... )

I'm alive, I swear ( Read more... )