I read my last entry - several times. Yeah, I'm crazy. I enjoy it, don't get me wrong, but JeezNeptune, I'm crazy.

Someone unmute me. I feel I have nothing left to say...

[Post Hoc Ergo Procter Hoc]

Crumble me and start again.

Remake me; I want to be fresh.

I slept with pieces of you by the moonlight,

letting them cradle my head like a crown.

Shards of you from broken mirrors,

scraps of you, old and torn,

melted into me.

They are tucked in my coat pocket.

They slipped between my curls.

They are dancing on my ( Read more... )

Oceans take our secrets

what we don’t want to see or smell anymore.

We feel anonymous

we feel clean

when we throw our past away.

It will wash, we think.

It will sink

it will drift far from this shore.

It will disappear.

Maybe the fish will eat our words

maybe lost or spurned loves

will help deep-sea feathery green plants grow.

Now and again

I ( Read more... )

There are many types of ships. There are wooden ships, plastic ships, and metal ships; but, the best and most important types of ships are friendships (an old Irish quote).

Give me frosty diamond hills of slate, a dripping bun of cinnamon, Polish messiahs, a ruby stapler, a chocolate covered pillow, and the American government at their best on DVD ( Read more... )

Why on earth am I up? My head is heavy and so are my eye lids. Why on earth, heaven, and hell am I up? I had the greatest dream last night... I adore good dreams. Today went from chill to exciting to sharp to fun to tense. Then, to shitty to more shitty to relieving to much better to groggy. I'm going to go collapse now ( Read more... )

A little change of scenery... chah! I'm a fan.

I want to get free.

Titling it 'self doubt' seems overused. I'm stocking up on empty journals and coconut lime verbena lotion, finding comfort in anything familiar. It is a conflict of interests - that is really what it is. Comfort and adventure. Daring and safety. Am I better crumbling up papers, trying to pull sonnets from my mouth like shooting ( Read more... )

The sea is so far beyond the words majestic, enchanting, beautiful, fabulous, wonderful, maginficent. I am seriously considering purchasing a boat (a ship would be ideal) prior to buying a house. During much of my vacation, I was reading a hellish book called The Fifties.  Although I am incredibly relieved to have it over and done with, Levittown, ( Read more... )

Things accomplished during vaca:

- Finally got my hair cut for Locks of Love

- Read the devil of all books, the 733 page whopper: The Fifties from cover to cover

- Endured hours upon hours without a computer

- Went boogie boarding in ridiculously cold water and had a blast

- Almost got tan

- Read tons on the SATs

- Found a place to do community ( Read more... )

her shimmering little body sank under the sun

sank into melons and lilacs

the essence of stars in her skin

jade butterflies washed on to shore

lapping at her ankles

and she danced for all eyes

their gazes created a spotlight

little pink feet danced for the theatre

samhradh oganach

(samhradh oganach is gaelic for summer child)

lovingly ( Read more... )