1. The other night I was in a house, having conversations with my family in a sitting room. In one of the adjacent rooms, what I assumed was a bedroom, was literally my own body. Laid out upon a bed, covered with wild things: flowers, leaves, branches, not entirely covered, just more so arranged around my body. I remember having the ability to ( Read more... )

1. We find ourselves on the shores of a lake. In this situation we are merely an eye watching over things. We are not playing an active role in this part of the dream. But we are able to observe a sort of kidnapping and attempted murder. We witness Kevin and two other people (I want to say two other men, but it may well have been a man and a woman ( Read more... )

It was a restless night of sleep: you were on my left and I was tucked into my small side of the bed on the right. All I could remember was glimpses of your body, your tousled hair, tossing and turning, moonlight and endless restlessness ( Read more... )

Dream 1 ( Read more... )

I remember I was travelling, in a car, with 3 other friends. We were heading down a shoddy road towards our second destination in a long string of destinations. It was in southeast asia. I want to say vietnam, but our next destination was an island not far off the coast. As we made our way north I remember cruising through jungles on tight roads. ( Read more... )

ive decided to go the route of the recluse and make my journal exclusive to my friends on livejournal. even though i know that no one on my friends list reads it  at least i know im writing solely for my own purposes. la fin du monde is what i have in front of me. it tastes delicious. like sweet citrus. i like it. im done. im out. goodbye. i'll be ( Read more... )

this was my dream last night. i was headed to sleep tonight when i realized i did not want to forget this dream so i wrote it out in the greatest amount of detail i could muster. it took me about 35 minutes of nonstop typing to get this out. hopefully it provides some entertainment...

...i remember that it was in the afternoon. and i was near a ( Read more... )

im driving through the rain late. the water hitting the windshield faster than the windshield wipers are clearing it. the roads are a mess. yet there is no one else out at this hour. i might as well have been on another planet. nights like these. where i feel completely alienated. no matter what i do. really blow ass. i drink. i smoke. yet even as ( Read more... )

Musashi Miyamoto's Poetry
by: Lula-vampiro
http://lula-vampiro.deviantart.com/

we reconstruct the man
from shards of paper and pottery
(a shrike in ink
a small wooden bodhisattva
a practical treatise on swordplay)

he said his only teacher was Nature
which is a fine thing to say
when you're good at everything

they say he slew Ganryu
with a length of oar
he'd ( Read more... )

horse in the sea
mosquito king

mosquito king come back next year
our home will be your home
the days grow dark as nights get cold
these years just make us old
i miss the snow

climbing up our backyard tree
we fall and get back up
leave the dirt and scuffs we gather
mom will wash us off

the sky will lay a sheet of snow
for us to lay and grieve
if all the world ( Read more... )