Fire and Powder

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Wed, 22 May 2013 16:53:59 -0400

me during the summer: is today wednesday or sunday

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:45:58 -0400

me during the summer: is today wednesday or sunday

10000steps: Eat your broccoli guys.

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:47:27 -0400

10000steps:

Eat your broccoli guys.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 21:45:43 -0400

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:12:56 -0400

brittybits: Song of the Sunday!

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:59:59 -0400

brittybits:

Song of the Sunday!

I’m certainly glad to see you as well

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:53:29 -0400

I’m certainly glad to see you as well

Audio

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:41:23 -0400

what does serving size even mean anyway

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:20:39 -0400

what does serving size even mean anyway

Me: At the co-op five minutes before closing, holding ice cream and looking desperately for a vegan...

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:18:00 -0400

Me: At the co-op five minutes before closing, holding ice cream and looking desperately for a vegan oatmeal cream pie that has like 1000 calories

Cute guy behind the baked goods counter: Are you looking for anything in particular?

Me: No *walks away*

YA but I don’t want to talk about it, OK.

Aftermath

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:33:00 -0400

He walked over to the couch and laid beside me; his proximity closer than it ever had been. We laid facing each other and after a moment, he inched his face closer to mine. I did not react; glad that it was too dark to see his dazzling eyes. He moved a bit closer and gently cupped my face with his hand. Then, with showing hesitance, he pulled my face to close the remaining space between our lips. He kissed me softly and I kissed him back, the routine of curious kissing moving my lips. I pulled back after a moment in my tired, almost sober state and turned slightly away. After a few minutes, he stood up. “I’m going to go sleep in my bed… you’re welcome to join me,” he paused, waiting for a reply. “Thank you,” I murmured, and lay still. There was a short pause in the air, then he walked around getting ready for bed. I laid drowsily, not fully conscious. My mind swirled, tiredly. I was very tired. Tired of these situations, tired of doing things without enthusiasm. Tired of living in the cloud that had been my mind for the past months. “Hey,” I heard and woke up. He was sitting on the sofa next to me, leaning forward. “Do you take pride in being hard to read?” He asked in a tone that was confused and only slightly bothered. My eyebrows pulled together as my eyes fluttered, surprised. “Do I take pride in it?” I asked, skeptically. I felt his mood change, wary of having been rude. “No,” I said back to him, “That wasn’t my intention.” I sighed silently as I turned back to the ceiling. “That’s not what I… meant.” I heard him hold back words quietly, giving up. He stood, “Goodnight,” he said to me, and I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched him walk into his room through low lashes.

Time Unknown

Sun, 12 May 2013 17:57:00 -0400

Blood jokes and endless nights don’t stop

They have yet to meet a partner

Show them around; bottom and top

For endless to become longer

To never know what we’re to do

Liquid water always noticed

Wide eyed faces, to this were new

The jump calling them to focus

Wait by and by to plan events

The desert sky is left without

A breath to blow through our two cents

No one else knows what it’s about

This is what shapes us to blended thoughts

We’re thinking this but don’t know how

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Wed, 01 May 2013 12:42:54 -0400

The West Side of Grand Slam

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:49:01 -0400

I knew

When you flew above me

You danced to the beat of your spirit

Your body soaring

Your eyes seeing things

No eyes could revisit

I knew from your cries

That you were calling out to those sights

I knew that I loved you because you were alive

I never wanted to touch you;

There was nothing I could offer you

but so much you could offer me

With you against the green,

you were part of this planet;

you were part of me

I never knew someone could see you any other way

Then I watched you fall from the sky to the gray

Tangos in Boise

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 18:24:23 -0400

Tangos in Boise

I Don't Have You

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 20:36:22 -0400

I don’t have a relationship

I have a pond

That’s as deep as Pend Oreille,

As sparkling as the eyes of a child

And in it, I see me.

I don’t have a commitment

I have an obsession

That’s as bad as a blade,

As true as the rain

And as heavy as the darkest cloud.

I don’t have desire,

I have emotion

That’s as orderly as a hurricane,

As hopeful as death row

And as requited as a final exhale.

Tonight and Every Other

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 00:42:44 -0400

A ship can’t sink,

If it’s already sunk,

Can’t go any deeper,

Than the depths of the ocean floor;

That’s as low as it goes,

- As low as it will go.

“She came to terms with emptiness.” — 6-Word Story #2

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 16:10:00 -0500

“She came to terms with emptiness.”

— 6-Word Story #2

Night Wall

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 21:30:46 -0500

We know what it means

To say a dream is just a dream

And even if it is,

Even if it isn’t

Just a dream

It’s just a dream

Even if it seems

To hold something

Else, it doesn’t

You keep asking

Is it just a dream?

It doesn’t seem like it

Tearing me apart at the seams

Is this dream

That I think so hard to think

Is just a dream

That’s all it is

I have no control on what I see

A dressed up scene from a memory

Is what I see

Stirred with what I think

And how I’ve changed

Is what I see

In this dream

Repeats this one and only theme

Sentiments the same

You never smile, I’ve seen

Throughout nights

That I know

Are only dreams

Tire easy

Constant reflection

While we sleep

Days-to-days

Getting longer, these dreams

That don’t mean anything

“He began to love saying goodbye.”

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 14:20:46 -0500

“He began to love saying goodbye.”