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Most anyone can form an eye,an ear, and a smile from a penwith no need to erase anythingbut, my hand...

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:19:00 -0600

Most anyone can form an eye,
an ear, and a smile from a pen
with no need to erase anything
but, my hand can draw the back of hers
in deep colors
slowly, pressing against each fiber.

TW:White Whine Racism is defined by action. If you do not treat anyone unfairly, you cannot treat...

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:19:26 -0600

TW:White Whine

Racism is defined by action. If you do not treat anyone unfairly, you cannot treat anyone unfairly based on their race. If you do not say anything unfairly, you cannot say something unfair based on how they were born. I’m tired of people who follow the, “if you’re white you’re racist” rule. It’s as if people assume that the mere act of thinking of something unfair creates racism, “and we’re saying that’s what you’re thinking because everyone who looks like you would” Can anyone else read into how ludacris that sounds? Creating the thoughts of any group of people is a prejudice of it’s own. No one has the right to assume what you are thinking or how you are thinking of another person.

I know this might seem off topic. Don’t let people tell you how you think. Let people judge you for your actions, and have them stop there.

I hope people realize how demeaning it is to hear, “you’re racist because you’re white. You can’t help it.” and have for minute, lead someone to believe it. It’s practically a high school fight cry. This is me in small Idaho. There’s barely any minority to be racist towards. This was high school for four-hundred students. The people who would say these things were as white as the rest: as if they’d actually know what I was thinking. They only know their own thought. What does that say about them, when they say they know how I think? They only know how they think.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 18:29:46 -0600

eatsleepmoresleep:

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Where you bury the heart, it will soak up the dirt, and crust over in drought like the grass,Where...

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:31:51 -0600

Where you bury the heart, it will soak up the dirt, and crust over in drought like the grass,Where you bury your love, hope that someone will water you when you are dry. Bury your heart deep, and deeper still than the human eye can tell, and trust that it will rain.

"There are giants in the sky. There are big tall terrible giants in the sky. When your way up high..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:42:00 -0600

“

There are giants in the sky. There are big tall terrible giants in the sky. When your way up high and you look bellow little more than a glance is enough to show you just how small you are. When you’re way up high and you’re on your own in a world like none that you’ve ever known you’re free to do whatever pleases you. Exploring things you never dared cause you don’t care when suddenly there’s a big tall terrible giant in the sky. A big tall terrible lady giant sweeping the floor. And she gives you food and she gives you rest and she draws you close to her giant breast and you know things now that you never knew before. Not till the sky… and just when you made a friend and all and you know she’s big but you don’t feel small someone bigger than her comes along the hall to swallow you for lunch. And your heart is led and your stomach stone and you’re really scared feeling all alone. And it’s then that you long for the things you own and the little you own the fun is done. You steal what you can and run. You scramble down and you look bellow and the things you know begin to grow. The roof, the house and your mother at the door. The roof the house and the world you never thought to explore, and you think of all of the things you’ve seen. and you wish that you could live inbetween, and you’re back again only different than before, not till the sky.

There are giants in the sky. There big, tall terrible, awesome, scary wonderful giants in the sky.

”

- Stephen Sondheim - There are Giants in the Sky, from Into the Woods.

To be an artist You must first appreciate What you destroy.

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:32:39 -0600

To be an artist
You must first appreciate
What you destroy.

There was a girl who was very much loved. Maybe she thought she wanted love and perhaps she had said...

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:28:24 -0600

There was a girl who was very much loved. Maybe she thought she wanted love and perhaps she had said that was what she had always wanted. It was a kind of hunger. Hunger? Love isn’t hunger. Love is starving. You can’t feed it. It’s a patient need and she’s not patient. She envies. She boils and begs and the only emotion that she receives seems to be and pity.

Bet didn’t you say she was loved? Well, she was. She is loved, and she will always be loved very much in the way a mother would say. Please do not ask me what she really wants. What does she really want? Oh, gosh you asked it. Darn you. You asked me what she really wants. Heaven knows what she’s even asking for or what’s even being held at gunpoint. But she’s screaming for it. She’s in the other room yelling at her mother. Yelling at her father and none of them are right. None of them are loved and when they ask for love they aren’t asking for anything but something that deals with hunger the same way little bird beg for worms. Love isn’t something you find in animals. Well, maybe you can find it in well fed animals. Humans are not well fed animals. It’s a strange way to live, all of them

An Art

Fri, 10 May 2013 04:32:00 -0600

There is a place him to process his plow the land above water the soil the mind his own business is the plant in him a seed the idea.

A Farmer, imagine the idea of love the home is a verse his sorrow drowns a canvas the deep blue sky leaves rain leaves hope sprouts color sinks underneath.

Yet, the sun will suspire under singing, beating, bringing, weather the ground into growing.There is a place. Place him to process. Process his plow. Plow the land. Land above water. Water the soil. Soil the mind. Mind his own business. Business is the plant. Plant in him a seed. Seed the idea.

A Farmer, imagine the idea of love. Love the home. Home is a verse. Verse his sorrow. Sorrow drowns a canvas. Canvas the deep blue sky. Sky leaves rain. rain leaves hope. Hope sprouts color. Color sinks underneath.

The question

Fri, 10 May 2013 01:32:00 -0600

He gave her a “question ’everything” is an “answer’ me ‘this” I know.’

He gave her a question.

“Question everything”

“Everything is an answer”

“Answer me this.”

“This, I know.”

A quaint story of death and sorrow

Thu, 09 May 2013 02:02:00 -0600

I don’t like falling in Love can be a See through It will take you deeperStill as the Mourning my dear Son-shine beams.

And through it will melt my sorrow away from the weather you love me or not.

I don’t like falling in love. Love can be a sea. See through it. It will take you deeper still. Still as the morning. Mourning my dear son, sunshine beams. And through it. It will melt my sorrow away. Away from the weather. Whether you love me or not.

Think about what makes a character worth writing for. It may very well be the same things real...

Tue, 07 May 2013 22:11:50 -0600

Think about what makes a character worth writing for. It may very well be the same things real people have. Real people are imperfect. Real people don’t fit. They places to go, faves to put up, and feelings to deal with. They have friends, family, mothers and sisters and the things that happen to them happen to us. The thing that makes a character worth writing for isn’t makeup for our dear diary. But, we dream and create a journey as physically difficult as emotionally is ours so that we will know that they are not alone, and that someone before them has succeeded.

The trouble with feeling down and out is that often times we use hobbies that don’t...

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:45:40 -0600

The trouble with feeling down and out is that often times we use hobbies that don’t particularly contribute towards the upward climb back to functional sanity. Doing nothing for a minute helps. A day? Makes it worse. Imagine feeling so down and out that you take a day off, and then imagine feeling emotionally useless by the next day because you did nothing the day before. The really horrible thing about this is that we’ve mixed physical and emotional tiredness with on another. If you are physically tired, do nothing for a little. If you are emotionally tired, give some of your time to someone who needs it more, and will appreciate it. If you are both physically and emotionally tired, maybe it’s time to get away.

Photo

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:25:41 -0600

Do not write to write something. It is better to have spoken simply to speak, or say to merely have...

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:15:00 -0600

Do not write to write something. It is better

to have spoken simply to speak, or say

to merely have said. Do not write for words.

It is better to speak as they’d reverberate.

Across each wall they echo overtones

even more muffled beyond recognition.

Before they come back. This is better.

It is better to have forgotten what we’ve said.

But the letters you wrote hurt the most, Those,

those words do not sit, far from it. You will find.

They reverberate. Far from closure to write,

to have written, and sent. Goodbye and even

goodbye begs an audience, applause, and an encore.

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:09:56 -0600

“The short answer to that question is a kiss.” “I don’t want you to kiss...

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:05:00 -0600

“The short answer to that question is a kiss.”

“I don’t want you to kiss me.”

“Maybe you should be asking someone else. Maybe, if the shortest answer is a kiss, maybe, you should be asking someone who you could imagine kissing.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. I asked you if you wanted a sandwich.”

“Do you realize what you’re asking me?”

100 answers without the questions

Thu, 02 May 2013 00:38:21 -0600

Along time ago
Three weeks ago
Meet us in the library
Something or other I can’t remember.
No, Never, a little, maybe
Always. Not at all.
Not one. Can’t remember when
It’s been a while. Only until they left

Basically never. Nothing then either.
Two hours too late. Later.
Perhaps at someones wedding
Give me a lifetime to decide.
Nothing. Everything. This one.
Gray. None. Single. Scorpio
Male. Nowhere. Nope.
Male. Never again.
Brown. 5”6. Not really. Nothing
None. Nope. Lefty.
None. Only have one so it’s a default
Never. Can’t remember his name. Nothing
Nope. Nothing. Silence. Tomorrow
Maybe. No. Never. doesn’t matter. Both.
Whatever works. Older. You can have both.
I’d love you either way. Stop yelling.
Neither. No. A little. Every single pair.
No. Probably not. No. Yes
No. Maybe, I forget if I get back up.
No. Sometimes. Takes a minute.
Yes. No. No. Yes. They wouldn’t
Not telling. All day. None. far as possible.
Knowledge. Sure. I’m not looking.

He never liked family vacations much and had always wanted to travel.

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:55:45 -0600

He never liked family vacations much
and had always wanted to travel.

Paper should be black and pens should bleed white. It would be more literal to believe that words...

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:49:28 -0600

Paper should be black and pens should
bleed white. It would be more literal
to believe that words shed light. But
that isn’t it. Someone wise was literal
and said no
paper should be white.

Let’s give metaphors a rest. Instead of using words to describe words let words describe...

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:41:14 -0600

Let’s give metaphors a rest. Instead
of using words to describe words
let words describe themselves
just as it is.
So that finally when you speak
When you love me you love me. When you
smile you’re smiling.
and I know you’re thinking of me.