December 2010
23 posts
I’m still tremendously intelligent, only I think on different matters.
black man, bald with a beanie. his eyes glint white with his dullful mood, when first he decides to kill. Then he throws his can and misses. Everytime. There lies the can, by the trash bin, another mark for his deathly horrid fables.
“Are we gonna go to Atlanta?” “We can go anywhere, we can do anything. We’re not held by anything, not even our plans.”
I hold lose reigns on my mind.
I invested into a state of mind.
“So hypnotized and addicted, because you’re all I see.”
Which infinity do I pierce with this spear, broken off the stem of its eternal stretch? My life, a vidid combination of exquisite delights, tragedies and romances, is a chaotic row, unsatisfied with passion and craving the petal of time’s soft pillows.
How about a game of baseball?
“You have the ability to overcome fear.”
outimed this paved narrow road turns to gold; my foot stays planted soft surf before my passionate future it’s cold when I turn the pages i turn too much this nap in the cash stellar dimes of this radiant soulish silver, brass mystery autumn syrup, red charcoal piece and the ingredients for a light that smashes a way to the world I haven’t known.
strawberryn3ko:
Mom: “Kaity, I just want you to know that I’m very glad you’re open-minded and working hard to seek the truth, but you know our—”
Myself: “You don’t want me to say anything that would freak out our relatives..?”
Mom: “Yes, exactly.”
Never have I felt a heart.
malacarnee:
Never have I felt a heart that blinds like light; that does outsmart. A heart that’s frozen from past fire, to love again, a true desire. Barely there, struggling with life as does a fruit, when gone too ripe. Never have I felt a heart until in my hand, one fell apart.
Let’s find out.
Becoming Peter Pan?
I dreamed last night that I walked with my mother over a trail; it crested the top of a range of arid, clay colored mountains with trees that marched, a million of them, tiny in the distance. “I’ve decided to send you to Harvard. Or Yale.” She told me, her eyes confidently forward. “So that you can study” She continued, but caught herself. “the arts.” She...
I am inspired to start my book.
“Gonna cliiimb that hilll. Gonna cliiiimb that hilll.” The warbled, violent howls of my strange old neighbor bellow through my yard and through my bedroom walls with a rythm unchanging, yet irregular. “Who’s gonna make me teellll?” He repeats. “Who’s gonna make me teelll?”
” ‘Twas something like the burst from death to life; From the grave’s cerements to the robes of heaven; From sin’s dominion, and from passion’s strife, To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven; Where all the bonds of death and hell are riven, And mortal puts on immortality, When Mercy’s hand hath turned the golden...
I can’t let go.
“By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden underfoot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?”
Imagine the chance to pursue your darkest dreams. Would they satisfy, or would they rend your being and push the reaches of pain to new extremes? Still, the hooks that hold them hanging from the tender lines in my mind throb through my bones again and again; each time they become more of a vapor, the bitter sting of a cool, vacuuming shadow, and each time they mold, mesh and blend themselves into...