As the home fire crackled into the air;
we said our last words
and watched the embers rise to the heavens.
Howls to the moon,
and I sleep safely in your arms.
And it was that night
I watched the embers of my cigarette
disappear with the smoke
into the still winter air.
I watched the moon,
as if it was going somewhere.
I'm sure it was...
Revolving in circles at least,
much like myself.
I found it difficult to sleep
these past few nights.
And then she stepped in.
Though distant,
I could still feel her when I
finally closed my eyes and
forgot about the principles
of time.
It
(a nurse piercing the wrong patch of skin
with a needle)
hurts to know you
don't
love me,
but
it
(a meteor burns up in the
earth's atmosphere)
hurts worse to know you
don't think
I love you.
A baseball thrown much too hard
in a game of catch.
Too much time spent
looking for the antecedent
of our fun.
A satellite lost somewhere in space.
No communication.
No radio waves.
If you find it,
Could you kindly throw it back?
I walked a mile
in my dreams slowly
like smoke inhaled.
Buzzed.
Do I dare to exhale?
And blow you out
giving smoke-wind
to a sailboat dodging stars.
A paper blown out a window
dodging cars.
A feather falling,
floating far.
A string tied to each finger,
everytime our eyes intersected,
but tenaciously tied tight.
Itinerant intentions intermit on
twine inventions like the day
gravity became too strong
for birds to fly.
As we spread laughter in the room,
you placed your hands over mine.
You cracked my knuckles
and smiled.
It hurt,
the first several
snaps.
Repetition touched my
routine of placing
arthritis between
finger joints.
Two years to that time
my unconscious daily habits
idlely worship your
playful intentions of pressing
your hands over mine.
It was the radiance seen on your face
that tugged my anchor - what always was my
home was your foreign land. The meter by
which I judged each space was to you a place
of wonder, rivers pregnant with delights.
I'd thought waters here to be waters there.
The virgin in your eyes made me aware
that this could be a fallacy. These sights
needed to be seen, the waters tested
for familiarity. If my heart
can be stirred to life by another part
of this ocean, my sails are not wasted;
the harbor I've closed can open anew
to foreign trade and other shades of blue.
youarewhatyouarewhatyouare. by manicmantis, literature
Literature
youarewhatyouarewhatyouare.
...I was busy sight-seeing when I saw a millipede hurrying along the ground, across another millipede and on her way. Subsequent to this was an article in the newspaper saying that the Hudson Valley was being invaded by millipedes, and that millipedes have 2 pairs of legs per body segment; a hundred legs in all! also the article said that millipedes are unable to go around things, they just go straight ahead, and that's how they end up in houses, and particularly the moist, cool basements. I'm not sure about this. I think about a millipede going down the stairs, and I get her as far as the first riser and then I wonder what happens. Do their
Lips slipped on
teeth and tongue rings of
telephone calls;
yawns, stretches complemented by a
"What was that, dear?"
Feigning interests slowly lost again
in thoughts of fanged bunnies, pumpkin pies, and
battle royales deciding the final truth:
pirates or ninjas!?
I touched ground, noting silence:
"Hmm?"
"Oh, I was just saying…even though we don't
say it, I need you to know that I love you and-…"
I interrupted.
"Fuck, it's snowing again."
College feels like camp. A really really long camp. The food sucks like camp. The lack of air-conditioning sucks like camp. At least there aren't many bugs.
Well... I finally started my job (about 4 weeks ago). I've been working full time doing all sorts of stuff (boring and interesting) in photoshop. I've redone the company's logo page. I've redone the company's portfolio (or many parts of it anyways) and I've redone alot of stuff that the company already had done.
It's kinda funny to think they have me working there who has no training in photoshop (just self-taught experience) and I'm redoing stuffs for them there. I might post up some of the more interesting things I've done. But alot of it is boring catalog shots and pages.
Suprisingly after staring at a computer screen for 8 hours a day I
Holy crap, TOKYO? I'M THOROUGHLY JEALOUS. I'm also attempting to take Japanese 2, but schedule conflicts. Study abroad I'm assuming? D: @ 16 credits... Sorry for abruptly commenting after going quiet for months >_>. /wonders what you're majoring in.