i just want to be able to say how beautiful
without holding back without feeling
that it would be unfair
to tell you
for once i want to know what that's like

Hi livejournal, how is everyone? Asleep? Oh, ok, good ( Read more... )

I was thinking about writing a poem, when I realized that the poem I was thinking of writing had mostly already been written by Lorca. So then I was going to just link to the poem, but of course I couldn't find it anywhere in the right translation. And then I didn't feel like typing it out on Facebook, so why not here, where at least a slightly ( Read more... )

Light comes through the door
the sound of voices, and you
standing in the hallway, unable
to survive the thought of going in;
equally unable to survive
the thought of leaving

In the future-and-therefore-also-past event of inventing a time machine, having first done my duty as a Hegelian Empiricist and murdered Hitler, I will then proceed in functionally-instantaneous progression to also kill the founder of Harley Davidson motors and the inventor of the car alarm. By then I will be quite an expert on time-travel-murder, ( Read more... )

Being sad and lonely and unloveable slash desireable sure would be a lot easier if I could at least fucking sleep.

If only lying in bed all night reading could somehow count as sleep. Not every night, not every book, but sometimes; when you disappear completely, disappear from yourself I mean, that should count ( Read more... )

How lovely it must be when the person you want to help turns out to want your help. And how frustrating when it is never the case.

Sometimes when I hear my roommates in the bath I wonder if I should tell them about the gods that live there ( Read more... )

We touched in a dream last night.
It was nice because
it wasn't my fault --
you can't help the things you do in dreams --
and because time stretched out
like it does in dreams
and waking life, too,
when what you want to want
and what you get to want
and what you get
forget each other for awhile.