7:27 May 30th, 2012 | 22 notes
pedanticpersiflage:
When there were no fucks
left to give, it was a sad
and impotent day.
5:29 May 12th, 2012 | 38 notes
Mike Hilbig always amazes me …
pedanticpersiflage:
I threw caution to the wind
and chopped through it
with my hand
on the way back down
to slapping your ass,
I wonder if I pulled the common sense out
with the strands of your hair
left wrapped around my fingers,
or if that bite mark
I left on your chest
was an efficient enough…
Houston Girls
6:11 May 8th, 2012 | 5 notes
I asked her for a ride home,
and she gave me heavy eyes.
I asked her for forgiveness,
and she gave me her dislocated shoulder.
I asked her for a light,
and she set my kitchen on fire.
I asked her what childhood was like,
and she showed me a picture of a dog.
I asked her for a reason,
and she gave me seven more.
I asked her what her coke was cut with,
and she gave me her father’s credit card.
I asked her why she only ate after midnight,
and she took me to the best taqueria in town.
I asked her why she cried,
and she gave me her prescription drugs.
I asked her why she tried to save me,
and she drove her car into the White Oak Bayou.
I asked her, ‘why Houston?’,
and she laughed out an open window.
I asked her what I should do with her,
and she gave me another guy’s business card.
5:57 May 8th, 2012 | 17 notes
avant-que-joublie:
he’s got nervous hands,
running through his hair,
tapping at the table,
twitching and fidgeting
in his lap,
scratching at his chin
and rubbing at his skin,
all the while thinking of
caressing her here
and there
and everywhere,
of running his hands
across wild expanses
of unexplored skin,
of taking her and
holding her to him
while they are both still falling,
turning in midair
to grab hold of each other
Nicotina
5:45 May 8th, 2012 | 10 notes
Her hair was fragrant and fluffy like rollling tobacco
but her breath like the aftertaste.
I kissed her anyways, just for the rush,
not knowing where I would sleep that night,
and never caring.
7:05 Apr 22nd, 2012 | 78 notes
Nice excerpt!
jayarrarr:
We don’t eat during daylight hours. We learned that lesson the hard way. We’d heard enough and read enough that we believed the light of the sun was our refuge. But when all of this started, the learning curve was rapid and brutal, and death was the only consequence of failure to adapt.
The…
4:24 Apr 22nd, 2012 | 27 notes
whisperingdreams-decayed:
I am breathing on
sand, like dust in
the wind - carrying
the flakes of yesterday,
beneath the ash in
my closed hand.
The red wine kisses
our lips, shouting of
tomorrows and yesterdays,
like the way you press
your skin
against my warm lips.
I am so very tired,
just one more glass
of red kissed wine-
(Source: whispering-dreams-decayed)
Les Halles de Marche
4:16 Apr 22nd, 2012 | 14 notes
By the market place in Dijon,
a young girl in Amnesty International
military fatigues, thrust a clipboard at me
and asks me, “Pouvez-vous m’aider?”
I sign my name and tell her to save the world for me,
but she doesn’t understand English,
not a word. So I kiss both her cheeks
and her smile does exactly as I asked.
Don’t Forget to Wear Your Seatbelts
4:08 Apr 22nd, 2012 | 28 notes
pedanticpersiflage:
Technology is like
the bratty children
in the backseat
of the car who keep
pestering Father Evolution
while he’s just trying
to jam The Who,
“Who are you?
Who, who,
who, who?”
“Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?”
Together, they create
a racket which sounds
nothing like a song
or a question, but
the difference remains
that the man in the
driver’s seat still has
the power to turn
the car around.
3:30 Apr 18th, 2012 | 30 notes
Truth be spoken.
pedanticpersiflage:
The Rothko Chapel is considered one of the five hundred most peaceful places on Earth according to National Geographic. A place of contemplation, and certainly no different on February 13th, 2009, but it was anything but peaceful. It was the amalgamation of a lifetime of regret coupled with…
Liguria
6:19 Apr 12th, 2012 | 7 notes
The fire pits of moss-laden cliffsides
along Mont Blanc to Liguria
An uninhabitable dream
as the snow perches and tunnels
fly by at 140 kilometers per hour
It would be enough,
if I saw one waterfall
or 16th-century castle—
But this place is beaten of millennial earth,
driving you to madness, blindingly ancient,
Everything flying into rear-view epiphanies;
Wishing you could walk the land in Jesus sandals.
Pigmentations
6:36 Apr 11th, 2012 | 35 notes
Shades of leaves,
And shades of disappointment,
Traded hands.
It wasn’t autumn
In the traditional sense—
It was Houston.
Seasons there—
More like spells, fronts—
Dispelling any notion.
She a Marlborough smoker—
he a Camel—
They admired the deck-view.
Over the ravine,
They traded some truths:
I’m really a dancer, she said.
And yes, that kind of dancer.
Over the waterfront,
Louis Armstrong sang,
I’m watching the sea … .
The one I love
Will soon come back to me,
I’ve covered … .
The star-lit skies above,
But almost like, he says
Scarlet skies above
Unless you really listen.
And, then, silence
And he says,
I’m confessing … .
The sky in Houston
is red with light pollution,
and it smells like rain.
6:23 Apr 11th, 2012 | 49 notes
Answer her!
ordinarywonder:
I feel septic right now. I crawled, on my belly, through the sewer of my shadow; over the broken glass of my shattered sense of purpose; among the shit and the piss of all my filthy little secrets, that get flushed down the toilet of my subconscious, but cling to the skin of my psyche… where the…
Alkaline
6:14 Apr 11th, 2012 | 26 notes
Metaphorically brilliant …
pedanticpersiflage:
We are the D-cell batteries
who provide artificial power
to the cheap plastic flashlight’s
dim ray into the darkened night’s
vast expanse,
but with each chance
encounter of illumination
to unknown corner,
we proclaim knowledge
even though
the surface area of the glow
we project is minimal
and with time
our energy will drain until
we exist sans alkaline.
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