reading back on all of my entries i found a few that i would even so much like to travel back to the date that i wrote it and relive the feeling and the moment that i had when i was writing it. then there are those entries that make me feel quite glad that this thought of travelling back to those exact moments is very much so impossible. this ( Read more... )

they're still bringing in their sails and boats into the harbour side, and darkening their skin with the sun's cold rays, the kites are still growing older and higher up into the bright blue skies. they're still lineups outside of icecream shops, and they're fresh flowers being sold on street corners, they're still putting ice in their coffees, and ( Read more... )

the moon laps through and behind the trees sharp edges, glowing in quarters, halves, and wholes. it wants you to run with it until you begin to run to it. wrap it with your imaginary lasso and pull it in. have it hold you in its craters. have it keep you from the darkness and the cold. it wants you to become its small night sky for its big bright ( Read more... )

this summer i sat in my friends basements and made friendship bracelets in the air conditioning and watched movies after movies before falling asleep. i danced in kitchens to broadway musicals, i danced to the jazz station whenever i did the dishes. i picked strawberries without my sunscreen on. i ate pizzas on napkins, and drank coffee without the ( Read more... )

when the sadness seeps over and layers itself over the words that come through, you congratulate me on how wonderful it looks in courier new text and how you can see it like its picture perfect for you. in this steady picture frame of yours, why cant you stretch your arm across and squeeze my hand as i bend down and cry and scream until i start to ( Read more... )

i really need your words right about now, your words that shake when they come out of your mouth but float from the opposite end of your eyes, those millions of letters scattered through out the air ready to attach themselves deep inside of me. i need those arms of yours, i need them wrapped around and inbetween me to hold me steady when things ( Read more... )

ill be your winter jacket whenever your cold. your umbrella top whenever it starts to rain and doesnt stop. ill be your arms when you no longer have any strength. your lullaby in bed when you start to get tired. ill blow your nose whenever you get a cold. make you soup when the weathers not good. ill be your favourite records that dont stop playing ( Read more... )

beyond the sand dunes, and the fields of flowers, and the fences that rust throughout the seaons, and the bubbly layer at the tip of the shoreline, written in the deep sand "i just want to breathe." but im tired and im breathless for here i am running backwards after something that never ends. here i am waiting and trying to find what i need, but ( Read more... )

i took a five minute bus ride to the library, and sat by the window with three thick photography books collapsing from my lap: my hands overlapping the pages in thick feeling, strumming my fingers over the pictures. there were pictures of piling cigarettes and its hidden beauty seeping out of the hazy smoke. unbuttoned shirts of middle aged drunks ( Read more... )

come fall asleep with me in tall wheat fields, they are spilling out milkywhites and dancing seeds and they are calling for our company. when the air is still, our love will be fast. like the electric circuts in telephone wires tied with red paper kisses. we can burn our hearts into ashes, and shoot them off into the sky. friends for the moons, ( Read more... )