April 2009
1 post
Write easter article. finish excep essay. make questions for army article read and respond to self reliance
February 2009
8 posts
You threw up all over my house And Were a dickhead to me And embarrased me And Made a complete Ass of yourself. Please dont ever t
“If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in...”
– Thoreau (via scout) (via thoughtsdetained)
My response, with 1 vulgarity.
your words have always been shit
and your face only gives me hell because of regret
regret i wanted to see it more.
“Don’t stop calling. You’re the reason I love losing sleep.”
– Manchester Orchestra (via owlsgo) (via align) (via finallyseeing)
“But we make our own mistakes. We sleep
unwisely.
It is our right. It is our...”
– Neil Gaiman, Locks (via wolvesatnight) (via finallyseeing)
New Blog
I have a new blog at:
psstarlight.blogpost.com
January 2009
10 posts
“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living...”
– (via eecummings)
“Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via thoughtsdetained)
“If I wake up in the morning and I don’t want to get you a coffee or if I don’t...”
– ~ John Mayer, on relationships (via thoughtsdetained)
“Every time I write, every time I open my eyes, I am cutting out a part of myself...”
– Anis Mojgani (via jaava) (via scintilla) (via finallyseeing)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you...”
– Mark Twain (via thoughtsdetained)
“since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will...”
– 95 Poems (via eecummings) (via kari-shma) (via finallyseeing)
she.was.a.sonnet
she was a sonnet and i it’s faithful scribe i took her into my mind succumbed to her gentle wordplay gave up to her rhythmic patterns as they played pitter patter on my broken bones But she was not just the beautiful stanzas she was not the deep and insightful thoughts she provoked she was not the deadly poisonous obsession that she produced I etched her being into myself I bled of the ink which...
new.years.kiss.
you are small compared to me. Pale and dream like On new years I wanted to kiss you Kiss you like the lost love of my past life i am not blaming you for your shyness “do you remember when i led you by your hand and you let your hand slip away and i felt your soft silken skin slide?” I was, half drunk, fully exposed Naked; clothed Vulnerable ; out in the open You were immaculate, angel scented...
December 2008
8 posts
“There’s no beauty without poignancy and there’s no poignancy without the feeling...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via thoughtsdetained) (via finallyseeing)
you.would.turn.me.into.this
after this year i will be completely fucked might as well take count of my bad luck too many sad songs. too many times i thought about you and then my next thought was “i need a drink” 19 year old alcoholic habits are forming and i don’t think i mind that much sure it could lead to things i don’t want to try rehab and crying by the side of a road because i ran my car into a tree because they...
Drop.After.Drop
oh when did it start raining? sometimes it feels like it never stopped just drop after drop sometimes when I’m in the middle of a giant thought my heart stops it skips a little because no matter where i go or how i am i know i’ll never come close to you but honestly, when did it start raining? sometimes i just want to burst with how much you mean to me meant to me what is it? now that we aren’t we...
A Three Parter
when i walked into the room. Papers were spread across the floor, my father an island in the sea of it. Sorting through all the affairs of a fallen and dead loved one. No matter how unsorted the affair, my father with legal pad, glasses, and pencil in hand, sipping from a glass of wine. The living will eventually become the dead. The dead will eventually leave you with nothing but their affairs....
my.attempt.
what’s another word for indifference? you deserve at least that another word. Out of all the thousands millions, billions, trillion, ga-zillins i’ve written for you, about you, to you without you, how did i ever do this without you The pen can’t find the page and my heart just can’t deal with the rage 18,19 almost 20 and a broken heart shitty snobby college student studying isn’t the only thing on...
merry.fucking.christmas.honey.
a thousand wishes to you and yours a thousand wishes to your new boyfriend and his family too fuck, say hello to all those people who said they were my friends before you left me too a few little differences and that is all you can do how did you get so good at leaving? i never told you how to do that? i shared all your firsts with you every significant event tore out my soul for you and now...
“We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t...”
– Ellen Pompeo, Grey’s Anatomy (via thoughtsdetained) (via finallyseeing)
November 2008
10 posts
“And by the way, everything in life is worth writing about if you have the...”
– Sylvia Plath (via brieflynoted: emilyposts: youcantstopthesignal: cafe) (via thresca) (via theipodguru) (via lhh) (via breathsoftruth) (via srsly) (via unicornology) (via littlemiss)
littlemiss:
unicornology:
dilaudid:
bon-bon:
crazybeautiful:
“my first thought this morning was ‘i feel okay’. you know what i mean-that moment before you remember who you are and what the actual facts of your life are? my first thought, in my gut, in my body, was ‘i feel okay’. i haven’t felt that in a long time. usually, you know, i open my eyes and i already feel like shit. like...
“If you want what you’ve never had, you have to do what you’ve never done.”
– (via littlemiss)
“Here’s the truth about the truth: It hurts. So we lie.”
– (via littlemiss)
“When you can stop, you don’t want to. When you want to stop, you can’t.”
– (via littlemiss)
“In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
– (via littlemiss)
truths
finallyseeing:
dilaudid:
kendraspear:
jsth2breethe:
sleepanddream:
I miss you
I am sorry that I did not keep in touch
everyone who might even resemble you makes me nervous and excited
I wish I could say hello again
It is getting easier and harder at the same time
“This poem is the poem I am writing because we aren’t speaking, and it is making...”
– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via finallyseeing)
build.anew.
find yourself at these edges betwixt eternity and infinity I will meet you there (where time & distance amalgamate) once i tear myself away from this fiction This fiction; I create has severed my bonds to all reality I would teach you to communicate; A way to reach me while I’m so gone But the truth is I’ll never be back I’ll never be the same I am nowhere and have been...
October 2008
5 posts
Writing is getting….
a long rant that won't stop or cease to amaze.
Home…..home….you were supposed to be like…..home. Well tell me where the fuck did you go? What saintly cavern did you start to dwell in? I am but a simple man, one long line poetry going on. A paragraph, a paragraph, that’s what you mean SO MUCH MORE TO ME. you were Dearest, you were sweatshirt and soft lips on soft days. you claim i lost the point, claim that i lost where i came...
again.with.the.same.bullshit
the truth is these bruises they are silent give up ghosts they tell you when you are little love is all you need but when you actually grow up drugs if what you need to escape the love, that you had to leave giving up on you was the hardest choice i ever had to make kissing you was something only for saints i’m not here in this dusty shithole to tell you it’s all your fault i’m here to tell...
Years,Years,Nothing
Someway ivy clings to Old Science the granite sky flowing overhead they profoundly stalk the ground this world, myworld, herworld is spinning someday, green trees will have aged leaves and give you days and nights like these. Time, in it’s honesty hushes the lips of quiet academia worries. she weeps, lips trembling. ivy still clings as she believes in her dreams but Old Science, it aches to...
September 2008
2 posts
Mid-Lecture.Joy
my body feels like waves holding your hand this soft quiet secret your hand in mine this is perfect and i think wow you tell me you are scared afraid (what is fear of love if love is not there) you are the prayer i whisper at night to god i know fear, it leaves here, it lives inside me the fear everyday i stop breathing without finding love that fear i know has been conquered because a long...
First.College.Kiss
and this heart that beats walks with you down the dark street we sit on a park bench i am really drunk a light weight i beg you not to make fun of me my head is hurting but i am thinking clearly and stone dead sober you put up with me for about an hour or something along those lines an open invitation for me to have you unwind Well I looked in your eyes and I said with a straight face do you want...
August 2008
4 posts
First.Drunk.Night
I wake up this morning throbbing headache and i know what drunk feels like but right now there is this bliss that i am still alive and i am fine i’ve got a million reasons why Becca and i didn’t fuck last night but her skirt hiked up my leg buried between hers a man will often cry about his life when a kitten refuses to purr but i was almost with her both of us showing restraint i don’t think...
Not.Ready.
this is the first poem I have written at bloomsburg. I wrote it earlier this morning.
this will be your poem of the century the one where i tell you that though i may be a whore i’ve got dignity I’m not ready to love again, “rest your head against me baby” but when i saw her leave because she can’t love herself enough i know it’s tough i know the emergency room must have had cold floors and not...
Remembering.What.Kissing.Feels.Like
Her hands are roving wishers trying to grasp me this night For I have very few nights left to give And a guarded heart at that But these things don’t phase her Or so she makes it out to seem So i cradle her; unending night A quiet lullaby of satisfaction And I remember what kissing is like (the old k-i-s-s-i-n-g) The awkward naive kind. The kind I always liked best. It wasn’t great, it wasn’t...
July 2008
9 posts
I.Am.Nothing.
i am nothing i am nothing but a disgusting piece of shit who sits up late at night and wonders why he can’t fall asleep the simple fact remains that i love her and i can’t bother letting that go i’m just a fat slob with nothing in life but a past plagued with problems and a mild distaste for quiet i cannot truly live because i am stuck on the past i am stuck on a moment i can’t exactly pin down...
Old.Woman.On.Park.Bench
there are soft and kind eyes sitting next to me on a park bench, an elderly old black woman, who is crocheting a blanket i stare at her and her wrinkled face that has clearly seen darker days and her eyes that have braved the winds of change; unblinkingly Her body, that has faced a million swear words Her body, that produced 2 children who went to school with other differently colored children...