Of all the infinite opportunities of time and space
You decided to count bugs
And watch the rings in trees grow.
But The Music is Exceptional
Our words will always still be comprised of the words that someone else has already, more or less, put together.
“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)”
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“i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)”
Personal Blog
April252013
2AM
I was sold from a cardboard box outside of a convenience store to a Pretty Smile, and she told me I could wear a crown and eat all of the purple-frosted cupcakes I wanted.
She had to share me with a Mustache with a beer gut. He didn’t promise me anything but told me it would be alright. Just alright, he said, as long as I finished my homework before dinner.
The grass around his house was taller than me and there was a water spout that wouldn’t shut off no matter how hard I turned it. It was the waterfall hidden behind the hollow mountain, and I would pretend a troll lived there who liked to tease any human who came too close.
My Pretty Smile never had time to play, but she always gave me a big hug before she closed my bedroom door.
I think the Mustache got tired of me, too, because he gave me away for free to a Giant with big hands and a weird voice, but I didn’t mind because it rumbled in my chest like a thunder storm rolling over the mountains. He told me I had a Pretty Smile.
April192013
A stranger tried to tell me, looking me right in the eye, that I only hated the people I did not understand. But what that stranger couldn’t see with their tiny misunderstanding brains was that I only hated you. And that I understood you perfectly, like I understand what the sore in my cheek feels like, what the bug in my ear endlessly sounds like, what the knife in my spine smells like. I understood you and I hated you because you came to my house when I told you I wasn’t there, and you called me a liar. I understood you and I hated you because when I told you I didn’t love you, like I told you I never would, like I warned you would happen, you just kind of looked at me like I was stupid, and you called me a liar. I understood you and I hated you because you tried to tell me I loved you, and that I should drive out to meet you, and I said no, and when night came around and I wasn’t there, you called me a liar. I understood you and I hated you when you made me bruise up like a child and I punched you in the face and you told me I didn’t mean it, and that I loved you, and I tried to argue, but you called me a liar.
March292013
“My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
Charles Bukowski (via dulcetdecember)
(via meadowtea)
March172013
Like pulling the bones from my fingers
and letting the sky pour out of my eyes.
If the stars blink out one by one,
whispered away like a thousand last breaths,
I know yours will be the heat that melts me.
I’ll blow you out
with the lungs of a god
and the heart of a mouse.
March12013
I had a dream last night
And when I woke up this morning, I wrote down bits and pieces that I could remember.
I took a shower, forgot about the dream, but now I’m rereading it and wat.
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“Tall old man in wheelchair - too tall - like skyscraper tall.
Scary.
Kills cops by poking forehead (like Angel but bad).
Young witch used to be my best friend. pissed her off, super saiyans at my chest, but slow motion explosion, watch it, beautiful, light and everything.
Quiet whoosh
Wake up in hell
Like New York but more graffiti and buncha misplaced street signs coming out of asphalt like wtf.
Tall Old man’s house, sneak in b/c he demon sent back
he is burned
like ow
“The fuck are you doing in my house?”
Steal his Rush CD.
Hell hounds chasing me.
Wake up.”
February272013
I don’t know what to do with this anymore. Obvious hiatus, maybe I’ll just delete the whole thing. Great.
December82012
In the end, there will probably be a huge neon sign with my name on it in giant curling letters, like I’m not entering the afterlife but a late-night diner instead. Next to it will be one arrow curving up and another arrow curving down, and each will take turns lighting up one after the other, like some pixelated game of roulette. And I’m not gonna be surprised when the flashing speeds up, until the arrows are blurs, and comes to a sudden stop; down. And I’ll go on my way without any complaints or questions or resistance.
December72012
Fuck you and your lies, baby, show no shame.
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