Posts tagged writing

Let me see your light, we won’t drown any longer. Don’t worry lover, the sound is dimming… our hearts brimming with excitement mixed with a kind of pregret. Previous regrets that begets our whimsical wishes for romance. 

Let me see your light, we won’t drown any longer. Don’t worry lover, the sound is dimming… our hearts brimming with excitement mixed with a kind of pregret. Previous regrets that begets our whimsical wishes for romance. 

I think I just fell in love with this guy, along with like 10,000 other people. “Hashtag America” by Alex Sparks. 

"We hate our government but love our country so we burn our flag to hide our bibles in it’s smoke rings. And we’ve been blowing halos of discontent down route 66, and badmouthing every town we rub our lips against. […] We have fallen in love with an era we were not born to. So we photoshop our photos to look older to look vintage, weathered and worn from years in make believe shoe boxes. […] We are nothing but fake patriots and hippies without Hendrix who like the good old days and Levis Denim, old vinyl, and Bob Dylan, or makin’ villains out of growing up. And throwing up peace signs, smoking peace pipes like the Native Americans (for some stupid reason). […] A cold shower has a way of reminding you of who you have been, and of the bodies you’ve made caskets out of. I can no longer lie in your bed without checking for a pulse. […] We have forgotten how to live without pictures to prove it, life only happens when it gets tweeted. People are dying 140 characters at a time and we filter everything like it’s 1975. "

The Heart’s Neuroses

Sometimes now and then
I have a hard time remembering when
I found you

If I’ve lost it all before…
If I stumbled back for more…

Once a neurotic dream
Now the whole world seems
Black and blue

(April 2010)

Slick Waves

I love the taste of your lips
To feel them pressed against mine
Your heat beneath my hands
Sweat slick, riding the waves
I love the feel of your pulse
I feel safe in your arms
And can take control of the world

(July 21st, 2009)

Self

A spadish woman, sharp of the tongue. Has a great distaste for improbity. Eximious in nature, eclectic in taste. Veridity is of great importance. Did I mention, takes great pleasure in overly eloquent words?

Chaos in Nature

She is Chaos in extract, she is the cataclysm to my chemical compound. And in the end she was failures sweet release. She sparked hope, like Humble County sparks blunts. She was burning passion and empty fashion. No face did not turn, many eyes she made yearn. She built desire like Egypt’s great temple. She was slave to her ways, and victim to choice, she danced with life and gave wings to her voice. Think not of the loss but only the gain, for life is but ordered and mostly so plain. She was confusion marked by chemical fusion, she was ammunition with no end. She is volume enough in ways few but see, she is Chaos in extract and failure to me.

Shaun Luhaorg-Edwards 2007

Ephysian Providence

Twisting hips
Divine retribution on your lips

Protrusion, imminence
Your chest heated and tense
Consume a breath, so immense

Writhing flesh, we collect what’s left

An accord of resistance
Through your cold fingertips
In tiny sips, your teeth pinch

Eyelids flutter, muscles contract
Escapism in it’s final act

(Oct 8, 2010)

Dayum. 

Dayum. 

Oh the ways in the world
How we watch them sway
And let them cause delay

Wishing and waiting
How we let them fall
Like it’s nothing at all

thanks, brain. but this is getting old.

  • brain: [2am] OMG I JUST HAD THE MOST AMAZING IDEA
  • me: holy shit that is so good. i want to plan all of that immediately.
  • brain: [4am] can't sleep too excited can't sleep too excited can't sleep too excited
  • me: [5am] SNORE
  • me: [10a] must... get... out of bed
  • brain: you're not going anywhere. all. day.

please.

please find me
please feel me

please search my soul
please devour me
please consume me whole

please hold me
please push me

please pull me in
please whisper in a way
as if to say
there’s comfort in our sin 

Similar to an iceberg, most of what makes up the being that is me can’t be seen on the surface. However underneath, it is epic. It is jagged and yet smooth- ready to roll past obstacles or break through debris. It is strong and determined- following the current. 
We are all like icebergs.

Similar to an iceberg, most of what makes up the being that is me can’t be seen on the surface. However underneath, it is epic. It is jagged and yet smooth- ready to roll past obstacles or break through debris. It is strong and determined- following the current. 

We are all like icebergs.

She holds the sun in her handsand she’ll blind you with her madness
She holds the moon in her thighsand she’ll drown you with her sadness 
(words by me, model me, photo by ben reed)

She holds the sun in her hands
and she’ll blind you with her madness

She holds the moon in her thighs
and she’ll drown you with her sadness 

(words by me, model me, photo by ben reed)

Middleman.

I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent. 

I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding. 

I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges.