hummingbird ,
22 January 2012
21 January 2012
nag champa.
you want to know what makes her smile,
staring into the sunlight.
-
"can you feel the music?"
shot by kori.
11 January 2012
two hundred-eighty one.
wilderness in the day.
and he no longer
sleeps at night, no.
he no longer
dreams at night.
he lays awake and
awaits the sun to take
its place -
because the night steals
away the time he feels
is his,
he feels close
to the end.
and he no longer
sleeps at night, no.
he no longer
dreams at night.
he lays awake and
awaits the sun to take
its place -
because the night steals
away the time he feels
is his,
he feels close
to the end.
05 January 2012
so far to go.
she learned today
another one
passed
away.
gun shots won't spare you.
gun shots won't prepare you.
gun shots will wear you.
gun shots will tear you.
two hundred-eighty.
trail of unrequited love.
for you to follow, to find him.
but as he does that,
he knows he won't be ready
to meet you at the end.
so he back tracks and begins
to follow his own trail,
that leads right back
to him.
two hundred-seventy nine.
automated voice messaging system.
and if she answers the phone again,
i swear i'll ... i'll ... i'll swallow every
ounce of fear that has buried the truth
that i've been dying to leave with you,
as she informs me of where she has taken me,
i'll be sure to drop it off in the sweetest most
innocent voice known to her box -
and i'll ... i'll stop. i'll learn to stop.
and if she answers the phone again,
i swear i'll ... i'll ... i'll swallow every
ounce of fear that has buried the truth
that i've been dying to leave with you,
as she informs me of where she has taken me,
i'll be sure to drop it off in the sweetest most
innocent voice known to her box -
and i'll ... i'll stop. i'll learn to stop.
04 January 2012
02 January 2012
two hundred-seventy seven.
square one, lost memory.
she wore lipstick the color
of Hester's "A" and pumps
the height of a giraffe and
skirts that fit her like a suction cup
with hair as full as a willow tree.
she staggered through the
crowded streets collapsing
into arms of every bystander
that met her path and a piece
of her was left in the arms of
multiple strangers -
her eyes dripped of the champagne
she guzzled down while smokey, black
streams ran down her cheeks, mixing in
with the tears of the new year -
"cheers!!! happy new year!!!" the crowd exclaimed.
as she continued walking down
a lane that had no ending, she
searched for the end of the road
to begin what she felt she lost,
she wanted to start new - but
the night kept her clumsy and
her vision remained fuzzy.
her new year reminded her of many before.
it reminded her that when she woke up the
next morning, she wouldn't remember what
happened after 4.
she wore lipstick the color
of Hester's "A" and pumps
the height of a giraffe and
skirts that fit her like a suction cup
with hair as full as a willow tree.
she staggered through the
crowded streets collapsing
into arms of every bystander
that met her path and a piece
of her was left in the arms of
multiple strangers -
her eyes dripped of the champagne
she guzzled down while smokey, black
streams ran down her cheeks, mixing in
with the tears of the new year -
"cheers!!! happy new year!!!" the crowd exclaimed.
as she continued walking down
a lane that had no ending, she
searched for the end of the road
to begin what she felt she lost,
she wanted to start new - but
the night kept her clumsy and
her vision remained fuzzy.
her new year reminded her of many before.
it reminded her that when she woke up the
next morning, she wouldn't remember what
happened after 4.
two hundred-seventy six.
monday evening.
how is it possible
how is it possible
that the end carries the
same feeling as the beginning?
01 January 2012
two hundred-seventy five.
validation.
better resign before
you lose, forfeit before
they gain, get going
before they move in.
it's lovelier out there anyway,
i promise - the sky will sink
lower and swallow you whole
the day you decide to completely
let go.
better resign before
you lose, forfeit before
they gain, get going
before they move in.
it's lovelier out there anyway,
i promise - the sky will sink
lower and swallow you whole
the day you decide to completely
let go.