I was helpless. A crow had fallen at my feet, stricken into the earth, a messy bolt. He was already dead; my legs a stolid granite ( Read more... )

I have only one secret: a piece of me hidden with dirt ( Read more... )

I wanted the blood of your bitten lip; I wanted the sharp breath before the laughter; I wanted all the careful connotations- everything said as a real thing with meaning, but hidden; everything aimed at the gut, but hit soft the heart, with feeling. I wanted it all. Greed is a sin, but, still, I am a sinner, guessing at the value of my heart ( Read more... )

Do you remember the night you embarrassed me? It was cold: the moon slid against the sky, the first formed dew, sapping all the heat from the day. It took the warmth from our bodies, stole our ambition to move away from that spot. We sat, and we stayed, a measurable distance holding us apart that we crossed like inch worms with every winking smile ( Read more... )

It's been pointed out to me that I have issues assigning the correct "worth" to various things. For example, I will tell someone that there's only five minutes left when in fact there are thirty. Or, when I was telling stories to a friend, I mentioned building a box shaped like a book and Jesse said, "And he went to Spain." I exclaimed, "Oh yeah! I ( Read more... )

I'm going on a spontaneous trip with a friend (this time). Later, LJ bitches.

The sun, molten color, poured across the galaxy. In its heart, the sun is a painter. Its spirit boils with creative desire, desperate to share that deathly love. But, it is always tempered by the cold space around it, battled and defeated. It is kept in an empty jail cell, and what energy it has can only keep it alive. It has nothing to share but a ( Read more... )

( Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. )

I feel better. There's some stuff that still bugs me, but it's small stuff and she's out of my life for a good while, so I'm just going to forget it. Bringing it up would only start a new bag of nightmares, and I just want to move on for right now ( Read more... )

There is a white mark on my thumb. I think they're supposed to be calcium deposits, but my grandmother always told me that they show how many girlfriends or boyfriends you have. I've had them before, and they've always been there when I have loved someone, so maybe there's something to that. I've been amazed at the size of this one. It's the ( Read more... )