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Saturday, November 28, 2009

	Sleep the moons light molds the night into its own day. i closed my eyes and thought., while breathing in, breathing out. feeling up, feeling down. what was to happen now? was i to fall? if so where would i go, head mauled, spirit gone. where would i go? what was there to fear of death if there was nothing afterwards, if there was no memory? let go, let go
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Le Feu

i feel blind sometimes, she said. i feel blind sometimes. especially when you're around. what do you mean? why? she envisioned him asking, as if he had heard her thoughts. i mean, it's like you burn my eyes out with your presence, or your stare, or just your anything. your voice, your touch.

that's impossible he answered.
no, no it's not.
he looked at her, folding the alert of her mind into some oblivion--some nook in her head.

the ball of loops in my stomach thawed themselves into the beats of my heart. my eyes fluttered and when landing on yours--they sharpened.
and everything went away--the sky, the birds, the trees, the music, the wind, the cold. the cold that i always feel--your flame simmers it down to nothing.
all i am able to sense are your hot hands on my hips. and your burning breath murmuring on my lips.

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Coleurs

Where he lived was of nowhere in particular. At least none that he could tell. When he looked around, he would see only color. There were no empty spaces between him and, or, anything else. One color was affixed to the next, and the next, and beyond. Color solely distinguished one thing from the other; there was no definitive outline that separated a tree from, say, space. Or a flower from, say, the ground. Every color that existed was enclosed within each object, each element, each thing. Iridescence was this realm.

He moved through them,-he swam through them., and as he did, he seemed to merge within the bounds of the water. Each ripple around him changing to suit his coloration. And while taking the time to watch his breath, he saw -- yellow, green, blue, orange, red-- enter his mouth as he inhaled, and as he blew out, they were exhaled in different colors, with pink, black, and purple hues.

There were no others like him who were around--who could discern such a wondrous world. As he sat one day, thinking of all these colors, how they all could be breathed, swum, and walked in and walked through--what else could be done with them?

He soon came to realize that nothing was of its own. He picked up his ridiculously colorful legs and walked to an abandoned, but just as colorful field. The air around him was wild with multifarious shades. Taking out his hand he began to mold the air's colors--and most likely the colors of the field as well-- into the forms of the segments of his own self. Except for some things, of course. He added long hair instead of none at all. And made this second him a tad shorter. Adjusting curves in places he thought to be just right. Once his endeavor was finished, he stepped back to examine his oeuvre.
It was beautiful.

But, he thought, as he tapped his chin, it did not move as he did. And so, not so much out of meaning, but more so out of curiosity, he stepped forward and poked it. And it moved. Or, was that the wind? He felt around. No, it had definitely moved. And it continued to do so. Confused at first, it didn't notice its creator standing there, watching with glad accomplishment and a spirit of inquiry. As he surveyed it, and as his fabrication came to watch him, he took its hand in his. And when he did so, he decided to name it, "she."

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Hearts

no matter what you do, what you say, how you move, how you lay, how you smile, how you laugh, how you snore, how you sit, what you think, what you drink, how you stare, how you swear, no matter what, in every moment that you exist, in every way you shift.,- you are so. so. so. so beautiful. and it makes me wonder and it makes me nervous, it makes me weak yet spirituous with an unhinged, invigorating passion that leaves my eyes out of my sockets, and my knees trembling in those infamous love buckets.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Leaves

Dangling stars on deep purple velvet strings. A half grey moon, illuminating the black sky outlined with dark blue hues. Green fish swimming among turquoise ocean water. A bright orange sun setting to sleep behind pine hills and round top mountains. Its orchid shadows creeping upon its edges, and in due course, throughout the land. And below, a full grown tree stands, its green leaves of all sizes scattered across its branches. Rich red flowers fully bloomed on the cusp of each brown arm. The roots growing wildly together beneath the ground.

And hanging from a leafy branch, an abandoned swing, its ropes overgrown with blushing flowers and jade intertwining vines.

No one would ever know of the two young lovers that once slept on the grass of the hills. Who soaked in the milky waters. And wished upon the gleaming drooping stars, or picked the flowers from the boughs of the tree. Playing underneath its shade, swaying with the once thick ropes of the swing.

(drawing by mi :)(and the words too, obvs.)

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