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Love Letters From Me To You.
Posted June 26 | Leave a Comment
KNIT TRINKETS i'm full. from head to underbelly with everything i've said and said and thrice repeated. fated to reword the feelings i've memorized through my fingertips. Inevitable reslessness overcoming my joints unable to blink away the eventual silence of my hands. it gives me chills and fevers beyond the use of sweat to rid my throat of contagious sickness. tricked tired and overused phrases making dances over plain white pages i am spent. collapsing on keyboard beds and covering with p… read more
Posted April 29 | Leave a Comment
if you're wondering whats wrong, which you're probably not. its just that whenever i see your picture its hard to choke down the dissapointment of wanting something you are very aware you'll never have. thats all. read more
Poetry on Art
Posted April 15 | Leave a Comment
i am composed with blocks of color uneven boundaries & strong contrasts. so put these shades to rest and lay me softly on a bed. tonight i will sleep in charcoal and arcrylic and you will keep your pencil outlines with no detail to fill in those eyes. your mouth simply an overextended, exaggerated line that crept onto the reaches of mine. we made art. with paintbrush fingers and overcast shoulders. contained in the threads of an oversize canvas, you kissed my forehead and spoke to me of mo… read more
Poems x3
Posted March 21 | Leave a Comment
foreign shores don't have time to fall in love with the dirty south. what a way to be foolish with your impracticality You're false You're just a redhead anyone can buy for $3.99 (plus tax) In disguise, child what are you hiding from. Pull the hair from your eyes & smile sweeter for me. It's been so long since some one sang you to sleep and told you everything would be okay. the Dandelions will listen to your secrets tonight as you fall asleep burying your face in the pillowcase to hide fro… read more
More Writing. Of Course.
Posted March 1 | Leave a Comment
so either way it tastes bitter. trading moments of happiness in the late hours of the evening for a tightness in my throat i can't release. you spoke the words into my eyes that i feared to apprehend. and the dry grasp on my vocal chords simply made it harder to swallow the reality of the daunting desire collecting in my docile fingertips. it weighs heavy on the winter atmosphere as spring disagrees with the colder air. in exchange for solemn glances a storm raged against the blinded windows… read more
New Writing. ((Again))
Posted February 26 | Leave a Comment
The delicacy for which I graze your cheeks and the grace I have for these words would set you up for countless evenings spreading the cool sweat upon your forehead with the palm of your sweet hand. But I serve this glory in silence. You can have this malformed stock of bones, he serves no purpose to me. I have only craved to etch something breathtaking into the barks of an oak tree while watching you fall to slumber in beams of evening light. (We both know poetry afternoons lead down a moral… read more
In The Latest Headlines...Broken Hearts are so TOTALLY in.
Posted June 9 | Leave a Comment
Heh. Things have been better. I thought things were finally getting under control. But I guess I'm not the type of person I thought... I guess I need more attention than I ever knew. So our house closing is this Thursday or whatever. Yuck. It just means that we are moving within the week. Things are still very tense between my parents. I dunno.. I've been talking to David (the ex) alot. Sometimes it's hard not to let my heart go back there. I mean I like other people ;) but when he talks to… read more
Poetry From Faded Pictures
Posted May 12 | Leave a Comment
Wind blown insecurity fleets around your face Leaving frayed edges on your skin I tried to mend the busted seems To preserve a priceless memoir So you borrowed my belongings To have something to remind you Of all the little things I used to say And in turn gave me surroundings to feel safe within Needn't worry now, you took good care I'm not complaining But there is static on the answering machine Where your messages once announced that you had called And my t-shirts are neatly folded Waiting… read more
Posted May 4 | Leave a Comment
The summer is at our ankles pushing pins of impatience into the bone Teasing with lines about "the best days of our life" But I caught your smile without blinking As the days move slowly and the hands on the clock -------- Not finished All poetry, lyrics & other words MMD read more
Liar, Liar....Well it takes one to know one.
Posted April 27 | Leave a Comment
A cynical hand has over-shadowed the drive I once had Leaving dull crystalized eyes And an empty cavity So I stand on my soap box (bare) Trying to be proud (But I'm a dissapointment to the story of my life) Selfishly thinking anything I scratch out is revolutionary But I'd sooner strip my skin To carve poetry in my bones Because I prefer to be the canvas of my own raw expression And to say that I have failed is a lie. As these faces I knew so well are becoming distant. And I'm boiling over wi… read more
It's okay SWEETIE 'cause I already know
Posted April 24 | Leave a Comment
Some poetry to pass the time... Maybe its just my skin that's grown too tight Or a hopeless falsehood is what I am As I try to write something honest With those singer songwriters in my ear It's hard to lie when they're being so open It was a good day, mostly But who can complain When the week's so full of bad mornings It's not me that can explain But the way he smiles Makes it all rush back And I catch myself before the break To tell this girl that she's been through this before To quit whi… read more
Up against the wall, Up against your wall
Posted April 17 | Leave a Comment
Once again bored. I don't know. I just don't feel well, not physically but emotionally. But I don't feel like whining. If anyone reads this what do you think about these lyrics. But oh how these thoughts are useless now Because silly boys don't know what girls are feeling (despite the starry eyes and tear filled stares) Chorus: I remember he said "I wanna see you in a dress go dancing 'til the sun comes overhead And if we can't make it then, we'll know it never should have been" Lacking ca… read more
Posted April 9 | Leave a Comment
I'm bored all the time. So if you like to talk, my MSN is sleeping_for_safety@hotmail.com. read more
