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Latest Movie/Book/Thing I'm obsessed with:
Elizabeth Taylor, particularly in Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
I cannot tell you how obsessed I am with this classy, elegant, gorgeous woman
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the recklessness i discarded to the starshe still lingers in the poems on my wrist
in the scars that were never even there
but still refuse to leave my sight
he had the sky in his eyes,
mid-afternoon beauties so blinding and searing and painful
i couldn't help but gaze up at that sun
but god, i am so much lower
my eyes are the color of an early dusk
an ending and the tears
of tiring children
there is no sunset or fingerpainting
just the darkness
just the sadness before the stars and moon and romance
i have never held a love so true
for someone i didn't even love at all
and the facts are all there
the math checks out even now
i still wish that the blankets smothering me at night
could be his arms
no fanfare, no love
just reality and his scarily clear eyes
on an overcast day when i am unafraid of heights
maybe that's all i really wanted from the start
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 8)
I stepped out of the shower, exhausted. Aaron’s discovery of Yumi had been a complete shocker, and I had no idea what else could go wrong. On the one hand, I was very glad that I had someone else who I could rely on to help me look after Yumi…but at the same time, it made me realize just how easily exposed she was. It wouldn’t be long until my house mates returned, and when they did, I would have a lot more trouble convincing them to be quiet about it. I’d have to find her another place to stay. But how would I explain that to Yumi?
I went into my room and dried off. I felt relaxed and ready to turn in for the night. The sky was turning dark, and I was just so ready for some sleep. However, as I began to slip on my pajamas, I heard a noise from the den.
“Yumi, is that you?” I walked out of my room and hurried to the den. Yumi was sitting in front of the TV, her legs crossed and her tail draped across her lap. She was naked again, but that was because
The Sky Touchers (Chapter 7)
“Juno, you awake?” Juno stirred and blinked, not wanting to open her eyes. It felt like it had been days since she had slept. Had it all been a dream? Just one wild dream about her growing wings and flying away with a boy she barely knew?
“I’m up…” she whispered.
“Good, c’mon…the sun is coming up.” Juno opened her eyes fully and saw the familiar form of Emmett standing before her. So it wasn’t a dream after all. Juno wasn’t sure if this made her happy or sad. Either way, it was what it was. She remembered flying for a few hours with Emmett before landing in a cave somewhere in the mountains to rest for the evening, but other than that, everything else was a blur.
“Why are we getting up so early?” Juno asked.
“I figured that it might be best to do our flying before the middle of the day.” Emmett said.
“Why? Because it’d be too hot?” Juno joked.
“No, because everyone el
You said that pessimistic view that love doesn’t exist
and we were meant to procreate. Nothing more.
“Wolves mate for life,
that doesn’t mean they have some
deep meaningful connection,”
Well how the hell would you know;
are you a wolf?
And hell if you haven’t fallen in love with a stranger.
Maybe you just enjoy living in this transparent castle
and maybe you’re so unhappy
because you’re constantly sinking through the floorboards.
Maybe you don’t believe in love
because you’ve only ever heard the words
from people who have
never felt it before
and all you’re doing is cracking open an empty lobster shell.
So I’ll say, “Wait until you fall in love.”
“I don’t think I can,”
you make my fears unoriginal.
Do you also shy away from service people?
Are you unable to board a plane to Hawaii because of an irrational fear of volcanoes, too?
And if you can’t fall
inhales twilight, exhales amethyst smokei have hangman hanging his head
near a pathside birch, a little
ways away from cobblestones and
eroded river rocks,
are the universes he held too tightly
in a cool and fallen grip,
singing songs of summertimes
in terms of constellation constants
and illogical shiverings;
but there's another price to pay, i know.
the halfman happened upon a great fire
some centuries into his past,
and though his artist's hand trembled,
he would not paint that smoldering city with water,
mind split into a weakness for strength
and a propensity for emptiness.
he can still feel his heart being
dissolved to another bout of lovely agony ashes,
scattering to the english fields
and settling in wilting lavender meadows
where he and hangman picked their flowers
and weaved themselves some daisy chains,
the one we can't let go of anymore.
how to discover a justified reason for lovei want nothing more than to visit italy.
i do not want to see the crumbling colosseum,
nor do i want to fall in love
with a charming, dark-haired italian boy
working at the gelato place in sicily
who compares my eyes to stars in broken english.
i want to see the tiny town
where my grandmother was raised,
to know the rolling hills
that lie between the church and the horizon,
to see the house where she and her mother
made large loaves of bread to be given out to family,
to listen to the sounds of birds
on the farm she gave up multiplication tables for
where the men drank wine and played accordions
and the women shook tablecloths and laughed haunting melodies,
and where soldiers marched and searched
and marched and searched
and marched and kicked
and shot and left.
i want to know why she traveled,
a family of smiling emigrants in tow,
to a country they'd only ever dreamt of dreaming.
i want to hear the whispers of an eager family
from before it was left divided by the bitterness
unheard songs and the dreams to matchonce you finish readying yourself
for the metallic mists of
midnight, you betray the senses
and fall (asleep)
into dreams of clever atmospheres
and misspoken resonances.
for so long, you've been smiling
at thoughts of a boy
with stor(m)y skies for eyes,
tracing flowers on the hypothetical
skin of his metaphorical hand
but recently, you've been dreaming
of a guy with the sun in his eyes,
stopping you from wavering
on the edges of conformed reality.
this is not the end-
we aren't even past the beginning.
and you're already imagining
the unforgiving flow of a
button-down floral dress
and a town too beautiful
to see it.
you can see silhouettes fighting
for control against an unnatural light
and hear a rustling in the garden,
so you wake yourself up
from clandestine nightmares
and redo an untried cycle.