"I love you"
"I feel so comfortable around you."
"Why do you like me?"
"Sorry for rambling"
"I've never told anyone"
"Thank you, I feel so much better"
Countless times, from all sorts of people and throughout my current life I have heard these phrases. Friends, family, acquaintances.... In this life, this is just my natural role, and nothing pleases me more.
If I am with you, in whatever role, know that I am with you for a purposeful reason, and I care about you. I am very choosy with who I let in my life, but once you're in you have access. Also, understand that I do not have a "I'll fix you " complex. I do not gravitate toward those
This World.
It saddens me sometimes.
I am so different.
I ride the waves of love. Connecting to my higher self. And here I am opening up to this world that I always protected myself from. I want experience. Yet people's inability to see what true peace and love are saddens me.
Move into your true self. Into the love and light you were originally created in. It has never left you. Accept joy, calmness, laughter as natural. Love. Love yourself, for this is how it is meant to be. Remind yourself, tell your brain and body to accept this.
Come with me.
I go to beautiful places. Peace is by my side, is resonating throughout my being. Love is
Rock me so I can see nothing by WaterBug, literature
Literature
Rock me so I can see nothing
Rock me back and forth in this broken chair
Nurse me to health
close my eyes for me
kiss my brow
love my neck
Let me sleep while standing up,
eyes closed,
ears open,
brain active in fantasy.
Is this how most of humanity lives? Eyes closed,
unaware,
living in their own realties
It would be interesting to swap brains,
exchange belief,
live in other people's reality for a week,
see what they see without even seeing
Off in the distance the night's sky rumbles, booming its way through layers of wood siteing and glass windows, causing the majesty of the boom to be reduced to a low growling whisper. Outside the heavens moan and churn, becoming louder and more demanding. While inside such noise is absorbed, mingling with the tunes of a song made for those who once believed in long hair and the peace and tranquility of two erect fingers. Tunes which were composed back in the day by a young idealistic group of boys, who, when they got together, preferred to be called by the name of a bug. Beetles. An ugly insect, but a riveting band. Outside the clouds c
I don't know what heaven looks like
I'm an Oregon girl.
Wild volcanoes that go crazy with the fire of
molten magma sounds nice.
Do natives still sacrifice to their Lava Gods?
And from the way people talk streams of liquid spilling
over high rock
and ancient grass skirts complementing petrified coconut bras
that sway to the beat of a luau like a
tropical breeze in the palms must be lovely,
I wouldn't know.
But ask me about wide expanses
of blue striped umbrellas
and about diluted snow that falls from the Christmas sky like
fattened snowmen,
ask me about those who escape the shattering rain
by doping up on the sweet
She said she'd always been a dancer,
dancing in and out of reality.
Not knowing which was which,
"who wants to be alone?" she would always wonder.
Happiness is so complicated and love is so painful.
"Bitterness is inevitable," would be her words,
"it's a reality that I dare not buy into."
Tequila shots and sandy sombreros float across the table
from the rusty imagination of a beat up 1960's radio,
whose seen better days
and heard better music.
Marcos shake up the tune,
soft like the slither of a venomous rattle snake
whose day couldn't get any worse,
while an old tired Mexican sings of brighter days in motherland Mexico,
where the sun shines with a sierra red intensity
and the women are friendly.
Saucy music
Reggae sweat
Hisses and sizzles in the muggy atmosphere,
Uncontrollably seducing,
Flirting,
Alluring.
Slowly sway
and you will know reggae sweat
A lonely woman,
jazzy lady
whose fingertips were born to tickle the keys of a sleek grand piano,
tickling while she quietly weeps her blues into deep sighs.
Creating a rhythm that has only once graced my tired stereo speakers.
A small insect, with a paper thin body and extensive antenna that is twice the length of his almost non-existent body, clings to my window pane.
I wonder what he can sense with such lengthy antenna?
I wonder if he can taste the pollution in the air from his fourth floor window vantage point?
I wonder if he can hear the tears of the desperate crash and plummet?
I wonder if he can see the strains of life flutter through the spring time hail that seems so absurdly right.
Your flesh colored delirium
Imbibed
Found it under the skin
Of a meat and bones thing
You shared
Cannibalistic kisses
With a puppy eyed girl
She had sweet blood
But her words tasted bitter
You sewed her lips closed with your own
Ate her desolation
Took it with a glass of water
And swallowed
Her tender places were cotton candy
Your love tasted like copper
Mixed with salt tears
Mixed with six thousand
Callused finger tips caressing
You unbuttoned her skin
And invited yourself inside
Carefully took apart her ribs
And devoured her heart
At which point
She slipped inside your chest
And whispered her gratitude.
Another distant scream...
Another shattered dream.
Lost another bet...
Another cigarette.
The world's only getting stupider...
Mother nature's crying, but no one hears her.
"God" damns you America...
Open eyes see right through ya.
Everybody's fake...
Independence burnt at the stake.
Mass produced welfare...
Never ending warfare.
It's American to hate...
Forecasting your own fate.
Money is where the power's at...
An open minded minority disagrees with that.
Your God would be ashamed...
This world is satan tamed.
My life's lottery is one ###### up game...
Under your masks, you all look the same.
Discriminating, sup
you write me down
and destroy the sun
while each blade of grass
wilts beneath your harsh footstep
that you have been trained into
by your life inside the distorted machine
mind numbed by the ceaseless conformity
that us like an ill-tailored suit
draggin our souls
through the unblinking third eye
ghosts
fires
dogs under tires
death holds no meaning
-when you live within wires-
memories will shake you
crackle and break you
your biggest mistake- you
never act upon desires
-when you live within wires-
your language is boundless
it spills from your skull
like earwigs and cockroaches
leaking from the walls
as the night-light expires
-when you live within wires-
it's a cold, cold taste in the back of your head
"So cold..." she said, "Must you be so alone?"
"I'm perfect." I frown, "So leave me to my toys-
Leave me to the precious complexity of noise.
Your love is most welcome, for it often inspires...
But could never
I'm in a room,
It's bright and there are lots of people,
Each with their own section, a corner.
Hiding their emotions behind keys and screens,
Saying what they think you want to hear.
They talk and talk and talk,
But they don't stop,
To listen,
To absorb,
To make sense of themselves and you,
But thats what your corners for,
To hide,
To sleep,
To make your nest and set up your life.
The shiny metal boxes taking the place of human interaction,
Taking over emotion, like parasites that latch on promising to make life easier for the cost of you,
And all they do is talk, endlessly, never listening to you or yourself or whoever you a
Half eaten sandwiches + strays by WaterBug, literature
Literature
Half eaten sandwiches + strays
In conclusion you are fuzzy around the middle
and saucy to the point I'd like to grab your smooth bald womanly head and swim across the grand dumpster of life
Lets dodge pillowy plastic bags and yogurt cups where mosquito larva make their homes in the milky rain water found in Yoplait containers.
Drink with me as we make a toast to half eaten sandwiches and stray black cats.
Favourite genre of music: Everything but country, and only a select few rap songs(maybe oneday I'll select a few country. Shell of choice: snail shell, so small and spiraly with a sqishy anmial inside Personal Quote: Pickles are cucumbers that sold their soul to the devil
Favourite Movies
Amelie, Donnie Darco, and Kung Pow.....random, like me
Today in my math class someone told me that I would make a good teacher.......it got me thinking about teaching again, something I had kind of given up on (well I am getting and Ed Minor, so i haven't tottaly given up on it.)
Who knows, there's so many options out there
You think you've got it all figured out, but reality has a way of sneaking up on you
Denile can only last for so long
love can only last for so long
I can only last for so long......
I try to disattach myself from things I can't have,
everybody needs some sort of protection
I'd rather live in reality then float around happily in disillusioned lies and made up fantasies
That's the only way to be, no matter what, be true to yourself, love yourself.......the only way to find happiness is to find yourself......grab on to yourself and listen.
Wow I haven't been on in such a long time. I'm doing pretty good. Things are so-so, not bad, not great. I hope you've been good. And, Hello, for old time sake.
i really don't have time to watch another person, much less a writer (!) but i foolishly followed your link from ~Rachabelle's journal and now i have to read read read read more more more god help me i'm doomed. you write real purty, btw.