1. i am moving to north carolina ( Read more... )

in my dreams there are fields of stretching slicing weeds and tiny blue-faced wild flowers and mourning doves that coo softly like glass bottles hitting the bed of the ocean. my dreams stop here, and the humidity and vegetation are all aigns of something else, an insubstantial brain harvest of jumbled miscalculated notions. i hope one day i will ( Read more... )

MIKE
YOU
NEED
TO
ANSWER
WHEN
I
CALL
YOU
(i should answer too. sorry) but
I
DON'T
CARE
WHAT
YOU'RE
DOING (driving, sex, work.. cocaine?)
PICK
UP
THE
PHONE.

affectionately,
lauren

we make the beds we burn in.

Jan. 31st, 2005 @ 09:03 pm -- revised, made accurate

nevermind that thought, fleeting and unsupervised
fanciful frivolous flighty caramelized in sticky sickly
i can't live without you-isms ( Read more... )

i do not wake in the morning, but in the afternoon;
by then you are gone and the sun has ferried you from my thoughts and the heaviness
you left behind on the side of the bed that is now
unoccupied by warmth, twisted up into a human-shaped knot
in my forgetful sleeping arms that remember only that you were here
and that know the same is no longer

the problem is i get left alone long enough when its cold and by the time everyone comes home, i don't know who i am any more!!

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind ( Read more... )

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what i want right now is someone to finish the leftover two bottles of red wine with, to smoke outside and sing along to damien rice and watch the salton sea and have someone to converse with and hug while accomplishing these tasks. i'll involuntarily settle for a rapid solitary drunkenness, telling my reflection hanging expectant and wrung out in ( Read more... )