Thursday, 28 January 2010

the Carnival of Venice

my energy; boundless.
my expression
my fantasy
my dream
my goal

I am going
I will dance
I will witness
I will be there
I will experience
I will wear the mask.

Tuesday, 26 January 2010


I got my short skirt; I got my long jacket.

Sunday, 24 January 2010

We Are The Youth

we are young

we are leaders


we are imperfect

we are influenced

we are all there is

Saturday, 23 January 2010


C. you are very companionable. Now don't wrinkle your nose like that, don't look down. Let me explain. I like to look across and see someone else, enjoying tea. I like to laugh, and have my echo, be your beginning. I like to rant and have you commiserate, I like to nibble brownies and share the crumbs.

C. you are unique, you inspire awe, you are intimidating, you are lovable.

Our memories: you, with your songs, your music, your vulnerability, crouching in the corner, in the camouflaged guise of the fool. Me, with my misdirected, misinterpreted longing.
Me with the scissors, you with the crooked haircut.
Us, with our laughing, our big words, our shyness.

C. you are companionable. I don’t have to explain. You know what I mean. I’m sorry C.; I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.


     Ms. R has gone crazy.
     She left us.
     Gossip is spreading.

     We finished on our own.
     They cried at my performance, my monologues.

     Absurdism is waiting

Wednesday, 20 January 2010


I'm not really like this... I'm probably plightless

Monday, 18 January 2010

950,400 seconds

L. I am counting. You know what this means to me. I am counting down. Soon. I am counting. Please, L. You know what I'm doing? I'm counting, oh, have I fucked it up?

Rootless Tree

Chased away by the day
For reasons unexplainable
Time flew by, as you threw your watch to the sky
Every minute slipped, And time was to swift as it left, I never catched it
I ignored the fact that it was going somewhere
And i was wasting time waiting for it
I wish i could slow down time, so My mind could imagine places, and I'd go
No notice, just hope that imaginary places let you fade into other generations
Therefore time wouldn't need to be paused, it would simply rewind

To rewind would mean,
that watch never thrown
now watch as we'd each grow
the places we could go
you could paddle, in my ducky-yellow pond,
push past the grocery line to the edge of reasons
grapple with annihilation
as she started the Staring Contest
I'm slipping from my apple-branch-perch.

She fell.
Into more than someones arms, but into someones life
Like a baby newly born
Inspired by the relationship gained within a period of time
She usually wouldn’t have the same interest on her mind
But she did.
Chopped up perspectives, like a new form of cutting
Utensils unnecessary, but a heart willing to brake open
Felt right, vulnerable, she placed it on the table in front of her
He fell in.

Past self consciousness
past subconsciousness
into flesh lands un-chartered
shivering through shafts of light,
discarded thoughts lay strewn
prostrate and unabashed
concealing beneath them nothing but their imperfect reflections
We are the salvaged halves,
the leftover fornication's of righteous undoing
we who created you,
shall take it away,
throw it to the yipping lambs and marvel in each others halo-shadows
we, who play with the muddied shoe strings of the slain prince.


The normal is me, the bold is by D. He is a love. We were just bantering back and forth and this was produced.

Written 25/12/09.