parts of the alphabet

2009-05-30T22:59:00.001-07:00

the sun stayed for half of the hour.

a bouquet of f words.

2009-05-30T22:58:00.001-07:00

for one moment?
forever?
forgotten?
forgiven?

fuck.

2009-05-16T23:10:00.001-07:00

the day was unusual (peculiar even).

the words were unfamiliar,

with a new set of vowels

04.05.

2009-05-16T23:09:00.000-07:00

things change.
people change.
no one is logical.

2009-05-02T19:47:00.000-07:00

dear helen,

an intense craving.

thank you.

2009-05-02T18:38:00.000-07:00

i woke up,

spit you out,

washed you off,

and wondered where the fuck is all the devastation?

2009-05-02T18:32:00.002-07:00

i think that the world

might be spinning to fast

and you are here

and i am there

and this spinning that

turns and turns and turns us

makes this waltzing on a fine line

much more than risky.

something like 1979 and richard.

2009-05-02T18:32:00.001-07:00

black ants march

blue birds sing

and while nature enjoys its

musical frenzy

i hold back vomit.

"help, i'm alive"

2009-04-12T11:56:00.000-07:00

funny thing is,

my head thinks about the coastline,

and the days i should be spending along the boston harbour.

there are thoughts of that poem,

the one where your tits rested perfectly on the windowsill.

and then, somewhere between "i killed myself when i was 5"

and the myriad of books i never read,

i find myself anywhere i want to be.

the boats in the rhine river are no match for her.

2009-04-12T11:53:00.001-07:00

all of the voices in your head,

weren't the only ones cheering,

when your heart felt to the floor,

and instead of shattering into a bloody miserable death,

started to beat, beat, beat,

and grow, grow, grow.

gold guns girls.

2009-04-12T11:49:00.000-07:00

13 and you're too young,

to even begin to understand the mess,

you are about to get yourself into...

not to mention,

the hearts you are going to break,

and the moments you are going to steal,

the presence you are going to find yourself in.

so while you stand there,

on a sidewalk that leads you up and down,

to nowhere,

somewhere,

and every place in between,

with your doe-eyed glances,

and the snow collecting on your brow,

this moment will be worth everything,

and absolutely nothing at all.

"something better left unknown"

2009-04-12T11:46:00.000-07:00

the return of the mountains

and the poisoned atmosphere

where our thoughts had once

never traveled

on highways,

or clouds.

ophelia from causeofshipwreck

2009-03-21T08:58:00.000-07:00

part. 2

ophelia placed a belt around her waist -- high and tight.
one could practically see it cradling her bones, holding her together.
it was nearly noon and her yesterday lover was strewn across the bed, suffocating their secrets. he'd wake soon, and realize she was untouchable.

her tiny wrists had been too hard to hold
and though she spoke endlessly, her words were not for him.
simply floating through the room, her words slipped down the metal fire escape, out into the street amongst the models and junkies and washed out actors.
these words had no destination, nor did she.
ophelia wasn't settling, ophelia was always dreaming.

part 1.

ophelia lay, blowing smoke from her love-stained lips into tiny haikus.
her body was sharp. i was intimated by her beauty
everyone, everything was.
her shadow was not even her own.
it was timid, scared that it could not do her naked frame justice.
her legs were crossed
the light illuminated off the jagged points of her hips.

Opusculum Paedagogum -- a little lesson that teaches.

2009-03-20T09:46:00.001-07:00

once upon a Night
I met a Man named Time.

His eyebrows dark at 3 and 8,
his smile at 10 and 2.

His clothes were woven Yesterdays,
and his words were more than You.

He walked a pace of lingering Seconds,
as though the world Stopped tumbling 'round.

And when the Moon fell from the sky,
he left it on the ground.

He took the tears out from my eyes,
and told me things go on.

Said that waiting didn't become me,
and that I wasted every dawn.

He said the Moon had fallen,
because my Heart grew weak.

That it wasn't anyone else's sky,
just the one that Kissed my cheeks.

"Waiting doesn't become you Lily Girl,
nor does your aching heart."

He spoke in lengthy Circles,
ending, only to start.

He said he had come to speak with me,
to take my hand and simply leave...

But I knew I had too much to do,
too many things to see.

The moon needed a little mending,
and so did the beating in my chest,

The laundry needed doing,
And my tears were needed less.

He turned his back and walked away,
His steps a soft clock-work sound.

And that evening as the stars danced by,
they knew their Moon was found.

They kissed my cheeks and combed my hair,
And whispered as if to say,

"Don't let Time take it all away Lily Girl,
we need you here to stay."

l'histoire.

2009-03-09T23:55:00.000-07:00

there was her back,
your canvas of soft, soft white,

she painted her own shadows,
and she spilt her own dreams (all over the place),

"use your fingers," she asked, when you were drawing new york, and paris, and that place in italy by the sea.
"make it messy," she whispered, when you were sketching the sadness in her eyes.

and you wondered, where she'd come from, where she was going, and who would love her.

passionate girls. passionate girls.

2009-03-09T23:52:00.000-07:00

leave imprints.

that's all i ask.

[meet me in the darkroom]

neurotic girls. neurotic girls. neurotic girls.

2009-03-09T23:50:00.001-07:00

right now,

it doesn't hurt like it should.
it doesn't feel w r o n g (or right).

where are those strands of poetry,
and love,
and exoticism...
you know,
the ones that make up my DNA?

i'm about to steal you.
a criminal in your eyes.

too many pills =

2009-03-09T23:49:00.001-07:00

if only we could purr,
like felines.

i am a butterfly.

2009-03-09T10:46:00.000-07:00

i will wear this shirt for years, and years, and years. i adore it.

2009-03-09T10:45:00.000-07:00

i am far too passionate for you,

and you,

and... even you.

what looks like confusion,

what looks like too much emotion,

is actually the most pure heart.

shake the disease.

2009-03-09T10:42:00.001-07:00

your bad habits,

make me worse.

2009-03-05T17:13:00.000-08:00

-------------- interruptions ------------------

2009-03-04T22:29:00.001-08:00

http://www.causeofshipwreck.blogspot.com/

it's calling your name.

<3

*as my list of readers continues to grow (thank you for your letters/messages/emails),
please note that this is just a "storage" space really. all things are in first draft stage, just simply a place to collect ideas.

xo

entre dos aguas numero dos.

2009-03-03T18:43:00.000-08:00

literature,

i've befriended jane austen,

loved with d.h. lawrence,

placed commas, and spaces, and dashes amongst sentences and phrases -- with e.e. cummings,

found simplicity in single sentences with richard,

longed for the effects of oleander with janet,

let poems become me with ingrid.

who will the next generations read?

it saddens me,

that the words

"he e-mailed me a love letter"

could come into play.

technology,

look what you've done.

entre dos aguas.

2009-03-03T18:39:00.000-08:00

fondly,

i think of the moment that

i pulled your hair,

and tattooed myself into your sheets.

forever there,

always yours.