my heart beats a palpable breath a sinking drop, an oxygen starved gasp for air, the pressure a sweet agony of tightness expanding in the effusive cavity of the soul — 3/31/10 – 131 #favorite
heartbeats and breathing with ears ringing in the quiet a soul searching the deep for a morsel of meaning till some beauty is found and the heart becomes calm while you drift into dreaming — 3/16/17 – 111 #favorite
i would lose myself in your gothic spires in the mystery of your towering awe down to the foundations laid in stone that delve and dwell deep in the darkness that is not dark but rich as dark soil from whom all the fullness of glory is and springs forth…
i would spirit away the hours and spend my time with nary a thought to cost or consequence. we would speak of common things and i would not trade it for all the uncommon the world would offer. — 3/3/10 – 99 #ruth
its a golden hour, a flitting flower and it blooms in the morning light then takes off on a merry flight til landing softly on the heather it makes a song of the fine fine weather and laughs for joy and merry fun and lifts its head to see the…
your dark corridors are pregnant with silence footsteps sounding, echoing in your chambers foreigners and transients shuffling soundlessly a staggered measure of humanities members — 2/2/10 – 70 #favorite
who are you? with your fey spirit tossing about whimsy with reckless abandon. why do you dance? unbridled and passionate your infectious grin a viral vector spreading mirth and convivial gaiety reveal yourself oh laughing sprite oh merry shade oh mysterious shadow for i would know your name. — 1/17/10…
hydrogen and oxygen joined by covalent bonds disseminate in languid trails embracing the wide sky curling in vacuous rings glowing amber and vermilion against a blood red sun until the arid waste of winter’s breath robs its soul of being — 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
i still miss you. memories held tightly are a bit of a surprise. i’m glad in a way, the pain forms an impression like the hollow of a mold. the memory is better than the nothing i would feel had we never met. — 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company — 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
life is like a sinus rhythm its ups and downs beat in, beat out the problem is the frequency too fast, too slow we complain, we exult but what we really want is proper length and amplitude — 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
frayed seams and splotchy grass. bits and pieces left undone glossed over with memories like sandcastle constructs the story of our life told to self for self’s sake. — 12/21/09 – 20 #favorite
you were my rest and i ached to rest weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath. i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers, calico, and my fondest dreams. we were so close to perfect, but now you’re gone, and i find myself missing you — 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
feel the aural shapes, soft and feathery light, sometimes sharp or hard like steel granite forms expressed on your tongue tasted like things grown from the earth. felt on your skin and in your spine, goosebumps and a flood of tears or a sudden intake of breath. — 12/11/09 -…
blow wind, howl in the morning light race down and through and round the bare and broken city streets. cold and furious, frigid and wry, you wrap your fingers fast round staccato steps and quickened heartbeats — 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
my son, my son i know the road you take the fragile path, the long sojourn the weary ache and pang of loneliness the despair you sometimes feel when you sink beneath waves of fear and emptiness my son, my son i know — 2/23/2012 — 190 taken loosely from…
soft light at the start of day cold and gray, vapor strewn, it dawned timid and reluctant, falling light landing lightly on the variegated cityscape. — 12/7/09 – 5
dissociative phrases slip in and out foggy dew, fog lifted, foghorn, leghorn. ;) creative buzz, cackling energy welling glad to be free. free of the fog. there it is again, chase the pent up rush. ideas in a fuss, hear the thrush! now focus. crisp. clear, feel the clarity, contrasty,…
