it is not hard to live with
but it makes wanting life difficult
sad sight, sad boy
telling the same story
repeated in erratic intervals
trying on the latest disease
it must fit better than the last
though the ability
to prove normalcy is waning
is it seen?
a worrisome thing
but there was a shift in… Continue
Added by Mandy on November 9, 2009 at 2:18pm —
That which came was not an enemy easily fought.
Standing firm, afronts be damned, bearing false witness for yourself, for it . . .
There is no battle here.
Pushing stone may increase strength but rewards not with movement.
Stone has no heart, no pulse, no warmth, no life . . .
It certainly can't feel your struggle.
It is stone.
And the field is vapor.
It is a memory leaving fast as you wake from dreaming.
Added by Mandy on November 6, 2009 at 10:52am —
She whispers her last goodbye
to him as I type
Bible Belt America's poison of choice
claims another of it's brethren
and she was a copious savior
with forgiveness and phoenix like trust
and the time came when he really
needed the saving
his heart without movement for
ten whole minutes
while those in sickness with him
worried more about avoiding… Continue
Added by Mandy on August 17, 2009 at 11:47am —
He has an incredible talent for the art of argument. I see through him like the sheer scarf used to capture a nude me in digital format. To please him, to keep him, to fuck and kiss him . . . He has changed me, made me accountable for things I normally would excuse in myself. And we are so alike in that insatiable need for attention. Now looking at him has become a moment of self-awareness and it is not so comfortable.
Added by Mandy on August 16, 2009 at 3:05pm —
We are connected by land
yet you're farther from me still
Do you breath
When you think of me
Does your mind wonder
Does it daydream
The scent of my neck
Soft and smooth
Beneath the fleshy pad of your fingers
Do you tap them
imagine the absence
If I were prostrate beneath them
Could you move me
Accomplish the shift
You caused until now
(but I lie, I… Continue
Added by Mandy on August 14, 2009 at 3:00am —
You would think being born under the Rabbit sign my luck would be better. It is amazing to me that I have yet to plunge to a fiery, airplane death with my frighteningly bad airport karma. It seems as if Delta really has it out for me; like it is its explicit responsibility to drive me bat-shit insane.
My flight yesterday was not delayed once, twice, not even three, but FOUR times; making my connection and following arrival entirely hopeless. My fella has a friend who flies for Delta… Continue
Added by Mandy on August 8, 2009 at 1:08pm —
Something new, I need something new . . . these are my thoughts and they are much like a junkie looking for their next high. New York fit to me like a piece of my own soul, with it's constant barrage of entertainment and forthright stimulation. I survived the initial shock of leaving things behind and the cavity was met with easing satisfaction. I experienced a stretch of time where my only annoyance was finding clove cigarettes. I can't even explain how beautiful that was to me. I step outside… Continue
Added by Mandy on July 25, 2009 at 10:27am —
those small words
have impaled me so
yet, are nothing more
than small words, small words
shall I wait the next ten seconds
to resume pursuit
when the capture is love
scornful and sullen?
is it so easily forgotten?
how do I leave it
does forgetting lasts so long, so long?
and that tearful girl
in me, I dislike so much
takes the time to make
my haste in hating her increase,… Continue
Added by Mandy on July 24, 2009 at 11:28am —
I get sleepy while riding the train, it's easy to sink in the comfort of consistent rocking. It feels like being rocked to sleep or like making love; back and forth, soothing, sleep inducing. We leave the arms of our mothers, where there is safety and rest, and seek to be in the arms of lovers where we hope to find the same. Our drowsy eyes never changing between the two; the calm that comes is the same. From mother's arms to the train, from the train to another who learns our curves and… Continue
Added by Mandy on July 23, 2009 at 8:17pm —
Importance lies in the ups and downs, taking the chances that bring them, not betting the odds, and certainly not playing it safe ; all in, full tilt, life as fast and as hard as it comes. When life gets frighteningly slow and loses the ability to keep my attention it brings an onslaught of intrusive thoughts; how one forceful rock could send me pummeling to my death like a rag doll. It is a secret thing to understand how life can be; exciting, frightening . . . sometimes cruelly sneaking up on… Continue
Added by Mandy on July 23, 2009 at 12:42pm —