February 2012
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January 2012
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December 2011
4 posts
Once more, with feeling..
Oh, how I build tragedies and demises before they ever occur. Within a day, I have lived 14 lives, and three deaths. I have been Romeo, I have been Juliet, I have been a dreamer and an architect of my own apathy. I think in sounds and images, and I dream of a space in time where I can be whoever it is, I might truly be.
I don’t know if you’re thinking of letting me go. But in the...
Now and again..
I used to have theories, I used to understand some things. I used to be able to see the constellations, I used to understand the meanings of my dreams.
My hands used to feel stronger, and my heart used to feel less bruised. I think I had less hunger then, a chemical reaction to being abused.
I hide when I am overwhelmed, always an empty bathroom, or a cold alley at night. Spontaneously, tears...
The way it is, sometimes..
“I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ ‘My insides don’t match up with my outsides.’ ‘Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m only me.’ ‘Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the...
Today..
“I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through school without anyone truly remembering I was here. My teachers acknowledged my academic successes and my coaches depended upon my athletic abilities, but I wasn’t important enough to make a recognizable social contribution. I was easily...
She..
You come beating like moth’s wings Spastic and violently Whipping me into a storm Shaking me down to the core But you run away from me And you left me shimmering Like diamond wedding rings Spinning dizzily down on the floor
-Passion Pit
November 2011
2 posts
No photo today...
She came in like sunlight and gold, and left like bruises and snow. I drank too much and listened to those old and faithful songs of broken hearts and lost love.
I am an old fool with the heart of a child, and the world is too often confusing to me, creating a desire in me to run from it all.
My mind and my heart are tired.
October 2011
1 post
I had the thought that your hands would be cold if I were to reach out and touch them. They were nearly a silver blue under the light of that ever watchful eye of the moon. You tried to catch mine at every turn, at every move we’d make and I knew it. I could feel the weight of it. But I resisted flicking them your way, resisted what I knew I’d see.
Then it was late, and the bite of...
September 2011
3 posts
You reached out to me that night of the flood waters and national guard. You called me, you wanted to see me, you said you’d drive across that valley and come get me.
So we went out into that night, my camera in my hands, yours in your pockets, and I know I was frightened by everything I saw. I think you were, too. We stood there under a dying street light, and you asked me if I’d hug...
August 2011
4 posts
June 2011
4 posts
lumierepoetique-deactivated2011 asked: Where do your visions come from? :)
May 2011
6 posts
sheilanagig77 asked: Hello there!
jackbarnosky asked: did you make these photographs?
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March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
12 posts
