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"Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?" -The Doors
So I met this guy. He's cute, six feet, an air sign like me...and he's also white. Ok, ok. I know I dated a white boy for three years, but that ended badly. Really badly. Only the race issue had nothing whatsoever to do with it, so nevermind. Maybe I'm just nervous. Ever since Russ I've been dipping in my own pool, and honestly it's a little easier ( Read more... ) -
PoetrySlammers??
I'm thinking about reapplying to PoetrySlamming [it's been about a year]. So I'd really appreciate comments from you guys. This is a Sestina [six stanzas, and one envoi, using six words that must be systematically arranged] thanks!
( The Long Walk There ) -
One for sorrow...two for Joy.
today is a winter Sunday ( Read more... ) -
"You're my greatest, my latest inspiration..."
So I've always had this little problem with the dark when I was a kid. It wasn't really a problem so much though, because my sisters and I had bunk-beds when we were little. Jac got the top bed, and Nik and I had to share the bottom because we were both epileptic and my mother was afraid we'd start seizing and fall off the top. So as far back as I ( Read more... ) -
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Let one or two she loves
be in the next room. Let the door
be closed, the sleeping ones healthy.
Let her have time, and silence,
enough paper to make mistakes and go on.
-"The Poet" Jane Hirshfield -
"From my first moment you gave me wings, let me fly, and believed in my dreams..."
I was nineteen when I first heard that song. It was when I was really into Charlotte Church (before I realized that her technique is awful), and I was on my way to Chicago, and it was Christmas, and so very beautiful I thought I'd burst from all of the lights, and the way they seemed frozen bright in the sky. I used to love the stars when I was a ( Read more... ) -
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there is chaos
in the expression of
our thoughts.
too much noise sometimes.
i invoke silence with
the tobacco clouds,
that dance from my blackberry lips. -
"Is that all there is?"
So in addition to my not being able to sleep, and this paper, and seperate paper and presentation that I have due tomorrow, I just found out that one of my roommates is over two months behind in rent, and the other can't afford to live here anymore. Every time I feel like I've beaten the depression, it shows up again and devastates me. If it's not ( Read more... ) -
Rufus Wainwright is my musical soulmate.
This is a song he wrote called "Dinner at Eight", i revised it to practice format, but the lyrics are really nice, i think. Still not sleeping. I might go make an appointment with my doc this week ( Read more... ) -
"Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few...September...November..."
I don't know what happened between August and the present, but I feel the melancholy coming back. Maybe it's the fall. Maybe winter is supposed to be shitty, and there's no way around it. Everything dies, and then we emerge in the spring different than we were before. I haven't slept in days. I think that insomnia is possibly the worst condition ( Read more... )