August 2012
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July 2012
dustofsleep:
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart
Anonymous asked: hi where u going and how long will u be gone? i like your blog. will u update it when you are gone?
fumbling and choking on words
i’m not used to being so frantic
afraid of messing up the test questions
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my days are numbered here. it’s difficult when you constantly feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome: you feel like a guest in your home; a stranger in your town; a refugee in your country.
in six days i’ll be further from this place than I have ever been before. filled with both excitement and trepidation.
I wonder if I’ll want to come back.
she said when she...
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The head hung in the tree. The body lay by the tracks.
The head called to the body. The body to the head.
They missed each other. The missing grew large between them,
Until it pulled the heart right out of the body, until
The drawn heart flew toward the head, flew as a bird flies
Back to its cage and the familiar perch from which it trills. (-Brigit Pegeen Kelly, [excerpt from] Song)
...
You want to know how to paint a perfect picture? It’s easy. Make yourself perfect and then just paint naturally. -Robert M. Pirsig
Don’t push too hard. Just shove me gently.
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Oblivion (Somewhere With You)
I want to go
somewhere with you.
But not to
any of the places
others
long to go.
Not to countries
of ice, nor cities
where
buildings rake
the undersides
of passing clouds.
Not to a land
where the language
and folktales
could
sing us into
states of
sanguine intoxication,
nor to a place so silent
the pounding of your
heartbeat
in the night
could fill the sky
like lightning....
I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
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taping short straws on top of one another
…gonna make mine 33 feet long
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“Never love someone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via hypotheses)
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fear
and you get choked up,
like you’re struggling to breathe,
like your trachea has suddenly become
a one way avenue
with a construction detour—
the stale air in your lungs
can only escape now;
can only force its way through
your chest in labored bursts—
and when your fists find their way
to your skull you think,
“if only I could shake the thought away”
but the harder you try the...
who broke the rules
who broke the rules
who broke the rules
I want to kick, run, swim, hike, jog, fly, jump, crawl, walk, fall, get back up, fall again, keep falling, climb, breathe, sit, lay, move, stretch, reach, come up short, lift, support, hold, be, with you.
can’t breathe.
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Anonymous asked: You are a very attractive man.
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The Spiders and the Secrets
we headed home—
hair stiff
from the sea,
skin scorched
from the sun,
like the charred
remains of that heap of metal
and rubber we saw on the side
of the parkway—
I realized we
were driving
headlong
into all of the spiders
and the secrets
that we had left
up
north
what felt best,
aside from your warm fingers
drumming
on the back of...
i leave for europe in a month from today
my life has changed so completely in just about the same time frame
other changes will take longer
but they are changes i need,
changes i never thought i wouldn’t be able to breathe without
changes i never imagined, or perhaps,
forced myself not to—for whatever reason
i smile in the mirror now
my heart beat races daily
it feels like...
dustofsleep:
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press -in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds...
rooms to dream
dustofsleep:
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“The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It’s all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in. It’s run by ghosts…Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past. Ghosts and more ghosts. Ghosts trying to find their place among the...
Anonymous asked: I was reading your poems. Dirty Fingernails reminds me of the my next door neighbor! Is that poem about your neighbor too?
Anonymous asked: I like your poen "this is just to say" you are a good writer
Anonymous asked: what kind of music do you like?
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This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Lady Love
She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
-Samuel Beckett
