Friday, November 30, 2007

i still creep nex


"I do not care what car you drive, where you live. If you know someone, who knows someone, who knows someone. If your clothes are this years cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A-list, B-list or never heard of you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones & skin.I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.”
--Unknown

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

wallowing moment

FOR E.J.P. (cohen)
I once believed a single line
in a Chinese poem could change
forever how blossoms fell
and that the moon itself climbed on
the grief of concise weeping men
to journey over cups of wine
I thought invasions were begun for crows
to pick at a skeleton
dynasties sown and spent
to serve the language of a fine lament
I thought governors ended their lives
as sweetly drunken monks
telling time by rain and candles
instructed by an insect's pilgrimage
across the page - all this
so one might send an exile's perfect letter
to an ancient hometown friend

I chose a lonely country
broke from love
scorned the eternity of war
I polished my tongue against the pumice moon
floated my soul in cherry wine
a perfumed barge for Lords of Memory
to languish on to drink to whisper out
their store of strength
as if beyond the mist along the shore
their girls their power still obeyed
like clocks wound for a thousand years
I waited until my tongue was sore

Brown petals wind like fire around my poems
I aimed them at the stars but
like rainbows they were bent
before they sawed the world in half
Who can trace the canyoned paths
cattle have carved out of time
wandering from meadowlands to feasts
Layer after layer of autumn leaves
are swept away
Something forgets us perfectly

(i personally hope every day that highschool is not just a string of girls i do not really know and boys i do not really love)

the wrong kind

i'm laughing because of the touch of melodrama that accompanies everything we do together and say to each other, and because of how i'm willing to just laugh it off.

Monday, November 26, 2007

nothing makes you appreciate warm people more than cold weather


today, i walked outside the school and everything about outside whispered bits of you! the sky was foggy with invisible snow and my own breath, and blended into the sky, along with the houses and hills and streets. the trees all seemed very starkly black. it wasn't exactly beautiful, but it was very realistic and so it made me stop for a moment. i'm not sure if this reminded me of you because there was so much of you there, or because there was none of you at all.

Friday, November 23, 2007

sweeeepiiinnngggg


WHO AM I KIDDING:
two princes is just about the greatest song ever written. at least... right now it is. (subliminalmessagegodownloaditnowsubliminalmessage
you just don't get songs like you did in the 90's anymore. whatever happened to that song with the girl in the bumblebee suit?

all of tomorrow is shaping up to be AWESOME. every little bit from 9.30 a.m. to who knows when. that's how i like my days- ridiculously extended. every day. like this one, right now.
even work should be fun, since it's only 2 hours. there won't even be time to be bored!

(noted delcaration of love for morgan here)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

i'll go anyway

they won't refund the ticket!
how i remember you:
'how will you remember me?
digging ditches out of boredom?
said you would never leave
now you're never going to be here again.'
things are... going well?

Monday, November 19, 2007

fuck that

i am an introspect!
that's okay!
sorry i'm not friendly and happy with strangers like my sister, it's just not me!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

hmm

i feel really gross right now. but at least i clean up nicely.

Monday, November 12, 2007

it's a monday that's a sunday


i visit my blog every day and post only once a week, and that's the way i like it.
i feel very tentative. i don't so much know what i'm doing as i am aware of the effects of my actions. so you just don't worry about it; i'm not worried at all. just very tentative and a bit apprehensive, you know?
people lie so much. how are you supposed to make an informed decision when people are constantly trying to protect you with untruths?

Sunday, November 4, 2007

to write

i'm sweeping up the glass, now:
when i wake up
it's noon
on sunday
my hair is uncurled
i'm wearing my own clothes
the alley and the bleachers are full of snow.
cars are speeding down Crowchild-
I took a picture
to show you later
what a good job they did of
sweeping
up.