January 2012
95 posts
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all that is new is not better. but all that is new is not necessarily worse either. here’s to the new.
December 2011
88 posts
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one day all the words will come easily. but by then will it even be worth the breath?
pavorst:
It’s much easier when we don’t speak. That way, no one gets hurt. I’ll just keep my words inside my head, and you’ll just keep living ordinarily. That way, no one gets hurt.
I am no one, in your eyes.
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i just created a budget for the first time. typed in all of the money i’ve spent in the last three months into an organizer. this gives me several thoughts:
• the iprogram numbers is way more amazing/easy-to-use than excel
• finances are scarier than any scary movie i have ever seen
• i am broke
• i think i’ll just not show this to my parents for a few months carefully spent not...
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between the lines
tears fall
like bullets ricocheting
off a stone cold heart
sad lion eyes
receive the sight
with lonely pride
intact
he is
shadow of
a monster
he created
in a shadow
that consumed him
when he wasn’t looking
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http://toreblogislove.tumblr.com/
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they said you should have kept your legs shut
so now she keeps her mouth shut
if it’s not her fault they’d never know
it’s not her fault; they’ll never know.
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i didn’t give you my heart on Christmas. i couldn’t wait. i said, why not do it my way, this day— it’s beautiful.
that’s my problem. i’ve got to learn. next time i’ll wait for Christmas, before i give my heart away. i’ll wrap it up proper, and place it under the tree. you’ve just got to do things right, that’s all.
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i want to write and i can’t. AWROJGIREHEOIJPHUAPROHJAP.
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we played a homemade version of apples to apples. we all put in adjectives and nouns and our laughter into little strips of paper no bigger than our cell phones— which were put away, which we paid no attention to. we had so much fun, it didn’t even matter it was Christmas. it didn’t make a difference. it was a good day. we were together. we were happy. we were...
A Dream a Day: Fuck that shit, I am a writer. →
adreamaday:
and so is anyone who writes.
I don’t think Dante got many rejection letters.
Let’s stop acting like being a writer is some mythological title only the blessed few can attain.
There is room within the title for leisurely writers, passionate writers, prolific writers, infrequent writers, amateur…
amen brother.
it doesn't feel like Christmas this year.
everyone else: i'm getting an ipad and a laptop and $300 worth of clothes and...
me: MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A SOCK
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with faith in faith and hope against hope i’ll always believe that you’re missing me too.
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you ought to know i have very nice knees.
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all i need is a little attention.
and the rain to stop.
so i can stand outside.
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if i could draw
i would stay up
two in the morning
three in the morning
no cup of coffee
no slice of cake
just pencil to paper
just your face
keeping me awake
but the only thing i can draw
is the curtains
so i sleep
instead.
finished the stranger.
it was very good.
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now i had a crying headache and a sleep deprivation headache.
but i have to keep writing.
i have to.
i have to.
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we all know of the danger of a bird prematurely pushed from the nest. the broken wings, broken necks, broken life, fail of flight. but what happens to the bird who never sees the outside?
what are her wings for?
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i just wish i could rewind an hour and start over.
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this ache
is not found
in muscles, bones,
or hearts
it settles
like leaves
in an icy place
no one has named yet
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i want to write something really meaningful. but all i am is an ordinary mind behind brown eyes. and in my brown eyes caverns of an ordinary kind. caverns that are not too deep or too wide but an ordinary size. an ordinary size for ordinarily-sized thoughts. so i guess all i can hope is that there is some meaning in the ordinary things i think and see.
and maybe there will be. and maybe...
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when he said he’d throw himself off a building i put my hands in my face and i breathed. i could picture it. i could picture him tumbling off of the edge of some thirty-story skyscraper, floating on the air like a leaf in november, just turning over and over as it goes down like it could just keep going down forever. no bottom to hit. he said he was hitting rock bottom but there was no...
i'm sick.
:[
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“That horizon could just eat you up,” Johnny said.
“Don’t remind me,” I replied.
He turned and looked at me. “You’re really sad about something.”
“What?”
“All the time.”
“No.”
“Yeah you are; I know it because I am too.”
We were both quiet.
“You know how they say misery likes company?”
I nodded my head.
“Well it’s not that misery likes other misery; I think it’s just that...
emmacherry:
my bed turned blank and we turned like commas, in the night
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things i did today:
• got up early to drive my sister to the homeschool association building
• showered &dressed (this is a big deal— i’m on break)
• watched the office
• watched white collar
• finished crocheting a scarf
• did all the dishes in the sink
• swept the kitchen floor
• listened to music while i cleaned
• talked to both of my aunts
• watched elf with my...
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alphabet-pony:
she doesn’t hang around, anymore moving on to bigger and better things - she thinks i wish i could forget her like she forgot me but i’ve learned to hold on too hard
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he said, ‘just because i’m mean doesn’t mean i don’t have feelings.’
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it’s just frustrating ‘cause you know— anyone who comes now— they’ll never know me like you know me.
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sometimes i’m in the middle of hearing someone speak and i can’t listen to them consciously anymore— i’m imagining their words on paper as a poem. we do it every single day; we say things so beautifully without even realizing, without even trying. we’re just talking about our lives, our world. we write poetry into thin air and then let it pass away into something we said once. i’m...
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here’s a crappy love poem for you.
your eyes are sorta nice.
your feet don’t smell.
you’re sort of intelligent
when you’re not trying too hard.
and the same goes for physical attractiveness.
you think of me sometimes
which lets me know
you think of me sometimes,
that’s all.
and i need that as much as i need
the manicure i’ve been wanting lately....
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before we talk: ohmygosh i have ninety-freaking-million things to talk about.
when you ask me what's new: uh... nothing i can really think of.
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from now on i’m going to try not to look like i just crawled out from under the rock i’ve been living under.
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maybe i need to fly away
on my mind find some wings
like bud light or buzz light
year after year i hibernate
whether it’s summer
or it ain’t.
i hide away, i close my eyes;
i cannot face the heights
i’ll never climb.
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do not
be reckless
jump out of a plane
chip the china
flirt with all the girls
lose your keys
drink tea too quickly
but mostly please
do not go
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a sestina a day: day nine. →
asestinaaday:
here is a tree in a jar for you; i’ve been growing
it for twenty years. it began in my fingers, it began
with roots as thin and blue as veins beneath skin;
it branched out on my inside like small receivers,
like octopus tentacles, sticking to every feeling i’ve felt,
and pulsing it through me like heart beats.
this tree has endured suffering; it has been beaten
by storms,...
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good things break or
rust or grow cold;
good things aren’t meant to last
they’re meant to cherish while you have them so have me while i’m still here,
won’t you?
don’t worry about the bridge
until its built.
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by the way: http://elizabeth-antoinette.tumblr.com/ inspired me to crochet when i bought two of her amazing chain scarves, and saw countless other creations by her.
she’s also pretty awesome in all non-crochet areas. so i’m just going to say you should check her blog out.
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i have this sudden and unceasing yearn for yarn.
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things i say too often:
i love you and i’m sorry.
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true story:
when i was about seven i fell on the playground and now i have a permanent dent in my skull.