April 2011
21 posts
The murderer, the victim, the witness, each of us...
My heart is very overwhelmed. Its funny how people stumble into each others’ live and before you know it, you get rolled into each others’ issues and you trip and fall over more intertwined issues because he is his friend and she is his friend and this is his cousin, while that is his brother who in turn is her relative. ya I know, its like DNA threads- very messy, very tangled.
Today...
Thanks G
‘You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.’
the very words that reddens my sockets.
and I'm like...
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any ...
I've got a pocket emptyful of dimes
when the wind free the trees of al its leaves,
will it grieve over this loss or its current state of nakedness?
Will my heart be still in the storm?
As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs. I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time. I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white. I know that someone,...
“But normal has always felt like a lie to me, a too-tight sweater we force...”
– Falling in Love with a Transgender Man - Oprah.com (via oncewild)
Hi eager eyes
if work drives me crazy enough,
i might blow my bucks on those switchfoot tickets.
if work drives me crazy enough,
i might spend my dough on hotel-stay of days a couple or two
swim laze drowning on the thick cotton bed
solo.
Are our hearts strong enough?
“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different...”
– Marianne Williamson (via obliteratedheart)
The day I cut my tongue
Look how amazing the watermelon is, with its fine cerebral patterns, how attractive it is.
Now, what is that little brown thing next to it? So puny and what pale in comparison. Is that a potato?
Let’s cut the watermelon up, the weather is so hot, a juicy thirst-quenching piece of watermelon would be perfect. Hold on, be patient while I cut it up.
Catch the brown fruit! Its dropping!...
March 2011
33 posts
“We belong to the light,
We belong to the thunder.
We belong to the sound of...”
“Is there anything in the world sadder
Than a train standing in the rain?”
– Pablo Neruda
can my heart be still in the storm?
Sometimes I worry When my heart comes up To my throat, And I hold the weight Of the world in your embrace Speechless. In that instant, The branches of every tree Stop mid-dance to hold up The skies for us And every single colour Fills my world and blinds me. In that instant the rose Will never wilt; Forever in bloom between My bosom and yours. That moment is where The world stays ours,...
Which hell so bold Or heaven so ignorant, Could keep me away from you My love?
I don’t care.
people should watch their personal hygiene like how their breath smells like or how their overall body smells and look. Please, for the sake of the papadam world, you do not own the bus/train. We are packed like sardines and I smell shit and see freshly out-of-bed thrash. And freaking keep the distance thanks, I would appreciate some space. Can’t you be more civilized?...
You lived too long
There’s someone who paints the sky, with their eyes, each day, every way. They’re alone now, today, every day, some ways. They had a wife/husband and friends/children but now they’re all gone (you lived too long, just one more song).
The red paint arrives in the morning or early evening (suppliers work strange hours).
They always have a surplus of blue, white and grey (massive...
This moth lives for just one day, and yet, you will never see it fall to the ground and curse the futility of its existence. Nor flowers weep when winter comes. Nor the moon sigh when dawn approaches. We are only ever given just so much. But it is always, all we need.
Animals- neon
Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I’m afraid you’re never satisfied.
Here we go again
We’re sick like animals
We play pretend
You’re just a cannibal
And I’m afraid I wont get out alive
No I won’t sleep tonight
CHORUS:
Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin’ for?
Take a bite of my heart...
“And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that...”
– CS Lewis
The Malady of Death
Marguerite Duras
She looks at you through the filtered green of her eyes. She says: You herald the reign of death. Death can’t be loved if it’s imposed from outside. You think you weep because you can’t love. You weep because you can’t impose death.
She’s already almost asleep. She says almost inaudibly: You’re going to die of death. Your death has already begun.You weep....
“Beyond right thinking and wrong thinking there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
– Rumi (via commondense)