January 2010
1 post
i think i'll call it "infectious diseases in...
i think i’ve changed. i mean, i know i have. reading these previous entries is like watching a movie you used to really be into, and now you just can’t really relate to the characters or feel emotionally connected. well, i guess you’ll always be emotionally connected…but mostly its a weird empty feeling in your stomach. it’s just strange to be so far from where you...
October 2009
1 post
August 2009
1 post
remember the time you smiled and the world bloomed.
it was like spring surrendered itself to you, put its golden face in your lap
and giggled while you stroked its fresh, newly shed skin.
but the earth was too flat for you then, too full of fables.
you wouldn’t stare into the sun for fear of going blind and so chose not to see.
or maybe it was because i was standing behind you.
half...
July 2009
4 posts
sunny and confused
Your eyes are a brighter blue
than the water you walk on.
In tattered robes and leather soles
clothed in love before its gone.
The day that you settle will be the first
that your bones are hollowed
and buried in earth.
So measure your sorrow
by the gravity of your laughter.
Before time has forgotten
the face of it’s Master.
“The decaying state and the men who are ripe for destruction cannot of course do...”
– Magister Ludi
trash conquistadors
so taboo. Who would have thought direct human byproducts would ever become such a social stigma..
“Don’t touch that Timmy, its trash.” That nagging phrase is all too fresh in our memories whenever we catch a whiff of a particularly rancid half empty can of tuna bubbling in the corner of the trashcan. What is it with trash that has created such a putrid image for itself? Perhaps...
2 more days until
i can smell your dirty old shirt again. sigh. heavenly.
June 2009
5 posts
burning on the paved way.
Un-inspired heat, trading tickets at the doorstep. You were un-invited, and now im slave to these devices. I am traveling on your back as you pierce my swollen ankles. But i can only burn for so long before i have nothing left to sacrifice.
i wish i could put you out—of my mind and my misery. You have no right to claim either. You snuck upon me, and i gave you my blood. Now boiled....
somehow
my tongue got twisted around your bottom lip
and it cant seem to find its way home.
tell me,
was it as good for me
as it was for me?
riot on the streets of tehran
black asphalt
lips wrapped around slogans
an explosion of mind, unveiled.
let me see your gold
your wrotten teeth
let me see your noose
your pointer finger
let me hold your ideology
below the soapy water
until it drowns out the sound of prayer.
love is
at times acidic.
capable of burning holes in valves
that otherwise would be clogged
with ego grease.
your love is
the trembling thunder
that broke me.
May 2009
1 post
old records.
you will be gone soon.
and i will be broken.
i will search for my pieces.
but some will be missing.
i hope some day
you will bring them back to me.
until then.
April 2009
2 posts
hace tiempo
hace tiempo que
no te he oido.
no te he visto.
no te he olido.
y no estas listo.
advice for the brokenhearted, pt. II
nayadiction:
turquoisebird:
There will be one person you will never get over. Find a way to honor them. Trying to ‘let go’ is futile. Just keep waking up.
this is brilliant advice.
truly.
March 2009
9 posts
YUMMAY.
Vegan Saffron-Glazed Rosewater Cardamom Cookies…mmm.
..can it get more complicated?
Ya sabes.
Todavía existes.
Solo en las imágenes de los días que ya han pasado.
Cuando las mentiras, y a veces los cigarrillos, quemaron hoyos en nuestros pechos.
Me tiraste tus versos, sin descanso, porque el tiempo estaba escaso y las niñas bonitas no permanecen así por mucho tiempo.
Ojalá me hubieras tirado una línea de verdad.
Una que dibujaste alrededor de tu secreto más...
Poopie.
Mercy on her toes.
in land and air.
her do’s and donts
caught in her hair.
Fistfull of food.
And mouth full of kiss.
Her voice sets the mood
for both darkness and bliss.
“Daughter, you will have to cleanse the room again and again as long as the...”
– a voice
lies
in your eyes.
lies
in your sighs.
lies
in your cries.
under the sheets,
you’re covered
in lies.
eat the opia
in my throat.
last nights food.
gorged.
mow da lawn.
dayanitaisfriend:
your. bah. ma. te.
this distance
is no bliss
dance,
but a missed coexistence.
a self consistence.
no resistance.
rather,
an insistence
of assistance.
Rain
last night i used your candied tears
to quench my own tu lips.
they trickled down into my cup,
were swallowed in three sips.
this thirsty tree.
and thirsty ground.
they say that you’ve been missed.
if you have time, please stay around.
for we are all sun-kissed.
February 2009
7 posts
unsweetened. iced. tea.
more for you and less for me.
pour me a cup?
pour me a cup.
yuppee.
un'well'ness
Sanding down each word
that is swallowed.
Til tender and raw,
swollen yet hallowed.
No longer sent out
without a remorse.
Each syllable follows
a meaningful course.
Every breath hesitating
for the moment to pass.
A timely release
from a purified fast.
Spiced whine.
Give me your time and rosemary too,
And ill give you a rhyme, or a charming haiku.
I am delegated
to every corner of this space.
in the backdrop, faded
like a dusty stringless bass.
Mercy
a poet tree.
bark peeling off it’s trunk.
smooth as smooth can be.
roots deeply sunk.
shaddows.
silky black mosaics.
souls encapsulated on the pavement.
ends meet where feet begin.
chasing foreigners.
shaddows.
“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog, it is too...”
– Groucho Marx
January 2009
2 posts
fare thee well.
goodbye facebook. forever.
or at least until my procrastination gets the better of me and i reactivate you. But lets plan on forever.
And snaps for Daya and her amazing ability to remember where the hell i put all of my random shit each and every day. It’s like her super power.
i think the words broke and college-student are synonymous.
el último de 2008, un buen año.
December 2008
6 posts
“Life is not as hard as you think, and it is not as easy as you’d wish”
– Baba.
yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon...
and you know what? i dont have to be pleasant all the time. sometimes theres just not much to be pleasant about.
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”
And while I do agree with Ghandi on that one, I must say…that simple truth did not stop me from indulging in a little persian delicacy this morning. What’s more shocking than me trying lamb eyeball [barbaric you say? try brain.] was that I actually enjoyed it. Lest I offend any angry raw-food vegans—I can certainly give meat up for health/moral reasons [have and will], but I...
November 2008
2 posts
me llaman muñeca.
I am the newly converted owner of not one. not two. but THREE pairs of jeans. YES, this time you heard correctly. Ponme una cerveza por favor.
I’d like to give some thanks for giving. Thanks, giving. It was really lovely. How many times a year can I take shots with my favorite daee joon and never-present cousin DJ, and then stand beside him while he revisits his turkey dinner in the...
Soulidarity.
Well, it came close.
But I am still pleased to announce that the theme of the 40th annual Whole Earth Festival celebration is…sustainalovability.