We spread ourselves over the internet in order to feel more secure about sharing things. Things. Those inner feelings of a late night brain. The emotional goo that gets stuck on your teeth when you try to suck it down. It's way past my bedtime but I've had a day of stimulating metal activity thus, sleep is impossible. He is away this week. And the ( Read more... )

This journal is getting harder for me to keep up with. Between LiveJournal, MySpace, Poetry and an ACTUAL journal I'm all wrote out. My life isnt' all that interesting. I was in this months Alternacirque show at ArtBar. Had an absolute blast being on stage and saying nothing. I'm so used to standing behind a microphone attempting to sound like I ( Read more... )

I feel like I've spent my entire life cleaning. I do it so willingly for other people but I neglect my own habitat. Came home yesturday to cat hair, dirt, fleas, and wrinkled clothes. There is little food in my apartment. I know there is some in the fridge that has gone bad and what is in the pantry is most likely stale. The bathroom is in need of ( Read more... )

I think The Postal Service might be the most romantic band I can think of. Most romantic MODERN band. They can't beat Dean and Frank and Ella. The work of the artist doesn't always represent what they are going though. And thank god for that. Listening to the Postal Service and it's alllllllmost 5pm on Saturday which means the weekend is ( Read more... )

Elvis is playing and I can't help feeling ironic. "You Were Always On My Mind" - a lover lamenting that although he may not have done many things right in his relationship he was always thinking of his beloved. If someone is always on your mind isn't it impossible to ignore the way they're feeling? Understand and not care, perhaps, but ignore ( Read more... )

We are back. In several pieces of glorious poetic overload. I have poems pouring out of my ears. We're talking team pieces. Fast and loud diatribes. I did very well during competition. There is still a long way to go before I make my way onto that final stage but there was no doubt that it's a strong possibility I might get there. My poem " ( Read more... )

It has been pointed out that I'm stubborn. No I'm not. I'm flexable. I can change. I listen to ideas. I don't overload dishwashers or let my car run on empty for so long sparks fire out of the tail pipe. That's not me. That's not my style. Oh wait. I've done both those things. Recently. Hummm. Ok so I'm a bit abstract. But you stand on one foot ( Read more... )

I have come down with a virus. The left side of my throat is swolllen and swallowing is next to impossible. I'm at work desperatly not wanting to be. I didn't sleep well last night and I've been terribly busy this past week. It only gets worse with next week being the "tech week" before Southern Fried. We will be rehearsing almost every day. I need ( Read more... )

The morning is cool against my back. I have just a lil' bit of sunburn from playing Frisbee in MLK park on Sunday. The cool thing about a park is the moment you start to do something fun: Frisbee, bubbles, chalk drawings, etc... a group of kids immediately wants to play with you. These children were of a skin tone a shade darker than mine so they ( Read more... )

Shilo it's almost your birthday and I haven't seen you since I left NY two years ago. Shit. Two years. Ok it's not almost your birthday... it's at the end of June... but it's way closer than it was a month ago. Life? Life is weird. Poetry is coming from everywhere. I literally can't stop writing. Also there has been a voiced interest in the funny ( Read more... )