yea sleep...
didn't sleep well last night...
my lover is .....
(she wipes a dramatic tear from her dramatic face)
my lover is a blanket hog.
yea my toes and ta ta are still defrosting...
you could have cut diamonds with my nipples at around 5:30 this morning
Monday, July 25, 2005
I Do Not Love You
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,
"So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,
"So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Stupid Me...
...I want to be mad, I want to hate life.
I want to adore you, and still end up loving you.
I want to feel pain, and know it ends.
I want to extract blood, taste it.
I want to scream in such a fashion someone would listen.
I want to worship a man.
I want to be wanted for being me, fucked up me.
I want to write poetry, that people will get.
I want to touch you and you trust me.
I want to dance on the beach.
I want to know what true love feels like.
I want to adore you, and still end up loving you.
I want to feel pain, and know it ends.
I want to extract blood, taste it.
I want to scream in such a fashion someone would listen.
I want to worship a man.
I want to be wanted for being me, fucked up me.
I want to write poetry, that people will get.
I want to touch you and you trust me.
I want to dance on the beach.
I want to know what true love feels like.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Lies Unfold
Each word spills as hearts die
t.r.u.t.h. is done
Aching to know even with the hurting,
knowing without comprehending
The earth moves my hand to strike.
The pain my voice spits.
Serpent tongue with sweet drippings.
Designed to fulfill envious yearnings.
t.r.u.t.h. is done
Aching to know even with the hurting,
knowing without comprehending
The earth moves my hand to strike.
The pain my voice spits.
Serpent tongue with sweet drippings.
Designed to fulfill envious yearnings.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Today I Breathe...
Today started like any other
Didn't want to get up
But needed to pee
Roll around in bed
With muted speech
Damn dogs won't shut up
Awake I am without meaning
But breathing
Didn't want to get up
But needed to pee
Roll around in bed
With muted speech
Damn dogs won't shut up
Awake I am without meaning
But breathing
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Peaceful Life
I worry not about tomorrow anymore...
Too much trouble.
I like the quiet of solitude.
I love the peacefulness of doing it my way.
Catching fireflies alone in the dark...
Makes me understand the beauty of life.
Alone I walk, without thee...
Breathing...
Alone and Right, like a Peaceful Life.
Too much trouble.
I like the quiet of solitude.
I love the peacefulness of doing it my way.
Catching fireflies alone in the dark...
Makes me understand the beauty of life.
Alone I walk, without thee...
Breathing...
Alone and Right, like a Peaceful Life.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)