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Story of a Blind Boy

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:14:43 GMT

"A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: ‘I am blind, please help.’ There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words.

He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, ‘Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?’

The man said, ‘I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.’

What he had written was: ‘Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.’

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.

Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.
Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively."

--from tumblr.

Same shit different day

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:44:15 GMT

she lives in her own world of made up truths and blind lies.
bright shadows and black christmas lights.
wallowing in colors and smiling in night.
hissing in chambers
and weeping in sight

i miss you.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:54:52 GMT

but then i remember

that there's nothing to miss.

Elixir

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:50:46 GMT

i swirl my soul into an orb of whispers.
bring my lips into an O

and blo w

oh,
where'd your heart go?

for

i am back with myself,
and
only myself

once,
(of what could be,)
many,
many,
times
more

Monday, October 26, 2009

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:14:47 GMT

i am nothing
but a floating
popped
bubble
of
air.

Danse

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 12:19:48 GMT

" Well, here you have two people. They don’t know what everyone else knows, that they're made for each other. And they’re so perfect, and yet, of course, they can’t agree on a single thing. They misunderstand everything the other one does. And then at certain moments, suddenly they’re in tune with each other, and it’s not when they’re speaking but it’s only when they’re dancing, and when they’re dancing they’re suddenly sublimely together. "

--Morris Dickstein

h ah ha ah

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:16:22 GMT

do you not see the fire burning beneath this cool exterior? do you not sense my need for your magical meat? i want. every. bit. of. you.

i want to

melt

into

your

faint.

i want to eat your soul. i want to devour

to rip..

your essence,

and make it my own.

Hive (For Owl)

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 06:02:13 GMT

"it's disgusting," i whispered, trying to hide my horror.
"no it's not..it's..it's not disgusting, it's.."
"deformed?"
she was thinking.
"yeah, deformed.. fucking weird" i said
"really fucking weird," she said

we stood there. she was about a yard or two in front of me and waiting. i was gawking at the tree. it gave me goosebumps. or maybe it was the wind.

i hated myself for merely idling there and staring at it. i could feel the ring in my nerves and the darting of my eyes. why was this something that clearly had no capabilities of iniquities or intentions of harming me, manifesting an unease in my being? was i really this stupid?

..but it looked so alive.

as my annoyance with my own mind heightened, the tree remained standing tall, sleekly barked and thin--its disturbance revealed at the center. it appeared as though bees had infested the viscera of its trunk, harvesting a decently large hive,- spawning the mushroom expansion of its insides. the outer layer of this bulge was crumpled and scrunched--the wood warping in and out of contorted and kinked, ostensibly diseased figures.

"touch it with me" i said, looking over at her hesitantly. she didn't smile and she wasn't perplexed at my words. she seemed to think about them for a few moments until she decided for, and came over. we followed each others hands, mutually trying to decipher the timing-- so we would touch the tree's distortion at the same time. as mine began the approach i felt my body begin to brace itself. i wondered if she felt the same. though i was almost sure she didn't.

my fingers were soon supplely contouring its warps and curves. the girding of myself for this action proved to be silly. nothing happened other than the release of my amorphous butterflies. our hands and their surveillance continued for not much longer. when we were finished we looked at each other, bringing the tips of our fingers just below our nostrils, and over our upper lips,-- sniffing.

it smelled glorious.

Buoyancy

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 00:24:03 GMT

i see shiny whispers in your eyes
that i hope
i am supposed to see

this newness that only i
can decipher
yields the sun
to blush my cheeks
more than they ever have-
when one thought of you
of your stance
of your pace
of your frame
my dimples sting
since now
i can never realize
how much my mouth beams

hiding behind
girly eyelashes
as my seedy marrow
quietly, delicately,
smoothes over,
its fragility-
within each note
and each measure

of your company.

Sin Nombre

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 19:09:27 GMT

"Who was he? Who could he have been?He could only do one thing at a time. If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win. "

hey, yeah i've been a little smitten with you. writing you mystery pink ink, pink papered love notes. i can't stop myself. i need to tell you somehow, someway. i giggle and my legs tremble each time i sidle their delivery. i have been bursting in spurts. i have been shivering in fire. when my toes graze the ground they burn. i have these color perfect wings that refuse to expand. i have been taking breaths that feed me nothing but crumbling air. every time i look at you my eyes are red and ablaze behind their sang-froid stare.