December 2011
95 posts
Honey Bees & A Flower.
There is no breeze for me to feel the wind. Instead in its place is the bitter cold. I bite my lip, too numb to feel the split. Instead my cheeks turn a rosy pink, flushed from the lack of circulation. As I look down at my shadow, the heat of the sun warms the top of my head, where all my thinking and memories lay. The sunlight touches my back, from the top of my spine to the bottom, the warmth...
“When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.”
– Rumi
tus ojos me llevan lentamente al sol.
Juanes- Y...
“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way she handles these...”
– Maya Angelou
“So drown me if you can
Or we could just have conversation.
And I fall, I fall,...”
– City and Colour (via stayawhilemyinnerchild)
To: The Tights Men
*This may be one of the most offensive yet complimentary pieces I write. But I write, because writing is what I do, writing does (define) me, and after a night at cp, why not write. And no I have no intention of going back there, I’m too old for cp. I’m twenty-one.
The Heights Men are an interesting specimen. Separated from the existence of the female gender since age seven. It’s...
An Ode to 4 Weeks Time
Time—bring your wave, which swallows me whole, dragging me to sea, until I find that I am ALIVE and that yes, I can actually swim.
There are scratches on my back, there is water in my lungs and salt all over my body. Yet, I can still feel the ravish heat of the sun as it warms my back. The palette of my skin tone transforms into a golden brown, the curls on my hair are soaked with...
“The power of flesh.”
– The Tenure (2009)
