Not drunk but I feel fucking intoxicated.

In your presence my facade becomes extinct, my barriers indifferent to the blind eyes paired with hands of blades-- the masses. And being stripped now I feel all my imperfections cascading, building up like clogged drains contaminating the cleanliness of your bathing water. I was fine with this, for once I did not think thrice a day that I was ( Read more... )

My mother once asked me how long
one should gargle mouthwash for. I
looked up at her slowly, and she looked
down at me with large eyes-- still curving
the sting between her teeth and gums,
tar and plaque, lover and daughter.
"Until it stops hurting" I lectured-- and,
feeling her epiphanic approval, smiled
back to my bedroom across the hall.
I was

I tire of all this added emphasis on Love. The world is drowned in the concept of Love. Love this Love that-- no matter which way you turn it, people talking about people in Love or out of Love is always sappy and uncredited. Love doesn't even make a good poem anymore. Romance novels are cheap, even trashy. Love songs are only good for knocking ( Read more... )

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You are the reason I come home faster
You are the source for my energy lasting
You are the bounce in my confident step
You are an angel on my shoulder I will always accept
So I'm [...]

He's not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part ( Read more... )

I remember very little. And from what I can draw up from memory is oftentimes out of sequence, or dim remnants of the truth. But I do remember praying, and begging, collapsing on my knees type pleading with palms pressed together in sweat and tears, I remember asking. And perhaps my memory often fails me because God has cast a perpetual shadow ( Read more... )

1. I'm still sad that I couldn't go to Chicago to visit yj. It would have been an extremely welcomed retreat that weekend ( Read more... )

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