...what's going on inside of my head...
..."I don't know" is an exit plan...
..."confused" is a pity-evoking-excuse...
..."friends" doesn't feel like friends...
...kissing will only make things better, not worse...
...things couldn't be worse...
...things couldn't be...
...things couldn't...
...things...
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Vanishing Act
I've come to realize that I have made tremendous mistakes in my life, yet I have nearly done away with my past, and you keep yours. You keep yours around, because he's replaceable. You're not replaceable and you don't belong. Like a boomerang of filth, one returning into your hands, that I originally threw. I'm in no position to speak, so I'll suffer just the same. -For how long?
Long enough, just a few more nights, until next year, until winter passes, until I forget, until you forget. Place my eyes over his, my teeth in his gums, my lips over his flesh, my neck with his neck. Don't forget my nose. You're favorite place.
I'm feeling like a ghost, not of this world, like a newborn and I just
want you to look at me.
Long enough, just a few more nights, until next year, until winter passes, until I forget, until you forget. Place my eyes over his, my teeth in his gums, my lips over his flesh, my neck with his neck. Don't forget my nose. You're favorite place.
I'm feeling like a ghost, not of this world, like a newborn and I just
want you to look at me.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Swearing
I'd chew through your jaw
if it meant that I'd find out
the taste when you stuck your
tongue in his mouth. Did you
experience cold. I felt a shiver
stronger than stones falling down
a hill. It wasn't long after
until they sank in the muddy
pit, where you now lay your bones
- and where I now break mine.
-christopher uller
if it meant that I'd find out
the taste when you stuck your
tongue in his mouth. Did you
experience cold. I felt a shiver
stronger than stones falling down
a hill. It wasn't long after
until they sank in the muddy
pit, where you now lay your bones
- and where I now break mine.
-christopher uller
Saturday, December 12, 2009
1,825
One-thousand, eight-hundred, twenty-five.
One-thousand, eight-hundred, twenty-five.
You burrowed yourself under blankets of
ember. I said goodbye, you said goodbye.
I burrowed myself in the Christmas light
brilliance. You said goodbye, I said goodbye.
-christopher uller
One-thousand, eight-hundred, twenty-five.
You burrowed yourself under blankets of
ember. I said goodbye, you said goodbye.
I burrowed myself in the Christmas light
brilliance. You said goodbye, I said goodbye.
-christopher uller
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Comfortable & Home
"10 a. In a state of tranquil enjoyment and content; free from pain and trouble; at ease. (Usually, but not always, in reference to physical conditions or circumstances.)
b. Expressing or characterized by comfort; easy and tranquil; undisturbed; also colloq. of persons, suggestive of complacency, placidly self-satisfied."
"5. A place, region, or state to which one properly belongs, in which one's affections centre, or where one finds refuge, rest, or satisfaction."
-Oxford English Dictionary
b. Expressing or characterized by comfort; easy and tranquil; undisturbed; also colloq. of persons, suggestive of complacency, placidly self-satisfied."
"5. A place, region, or state to which one properly belongs, in which one's affections centre, or where one finds refuge, rest, or satisfaction."
-Oxford English Dictionary
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Mistakes
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
-Millay
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
-Millay
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