December 2010
29 posts
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In the deepest, darkest hours of the night, my thoughts alight on your contours, on the color and texture of your skin. I lose myself in the shape of your shoulder, the nape of your neck. I want my kiss to land softly on your cheek, to brush against your downy hair, to trace over your cheekbone as you flush with the glowing warmth of shyness giving way to urge. I want to kiss you deeply, to the...
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The old Chrysler rolled down the interstate and tiny flecks of snow began to fall. Christ, he thought, snow. Snow is all I need. He was in a hurry and anything that could impede him or slow him down was just piling more anxiety on top of his already heavy burden. He drove alone, the passenger seat empty except for a suitcase. THE suitcase. He had no idea what was in it, except that it was...
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Slinky, green-eyed cat Lurks by the periphery It’s his home now, too
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I sensed that the part of you that was once broken was the part of you that was fragile and trusting. You must have been so brave to move on and heal, you must have been so strong to find your legs and stand up and keep moving. I am impressed in myriad ways at the tenacity of your spirit. Yet the scars are etched into you like hairline fractures and my heart aches with a desire to reach out to...
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I've written my own epitaph
I’m getting on in years (I’m soon 28) and I’ve decided it’s time to settle my estate and make peace with my creator. I’ve also written my own epitaph, which reads as follows:
Here lies Dorian Michael Peace A great man, probably the greatest To those who knew him and even to those who didn’t He was brilliant, wise, loving, gentle Passionate, clever,...
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Open the letter Spider’s web of words and tones Wraps around my skull
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His skin was aged and weathered by the forward motion of years. In his life and his words and his music, he begged time to stand still. He wanted to reach into the cold, endless night and pluck her essence, her vapors, her love-pheromones out of the air and keep them close to his heart but they dissipated as surely as she left so long ago. He wanted to reach back through the years, to when his...
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You are like water. I long for you, I thirst for you, I need you to live. But, like water, you cannot be contained without a desire to spread out and flow, your shape malleable and the molecules of your being loose and fluid. You abhor restrictions and holding you is to know the frustration of feeling you slip through my fingers as you slide into the soft earth, even then dissipating and...
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Maybe everything matters.
This is the horror that gnaws away at adolescent lives, when young minds are made to believe that their first love is life’s only true love, that tests and formal education are the absolute final arbiter of what one will do for the rest of his or her life and that every relationship and social interaction is loaded with a significance that will echo across the...
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The only thing I can think of worse than having your heart broken is being afraid of having your heart broken. That paralyzing fear will stop you from moving forward, stop you from experiencing the best kind of happiness life can offer, which is the simultaneous fulfillment of your self and your need for empathy, the two not being mutually exclusive. I think the tough part is that it...
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I can't wait until Christsmas morning when I have...
The darling little angels will wake up and there will be just a hint of winter in the air and a dusting of white snow on the ground. They’ll race downstairs to see the beautifully lit tree and their hearts will fill with the promise of Christmas wonders. As they approach the tree, however, they will realize that something is wrong. All the toys they asked for are there but they’ve...
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No boom of thunder To warn of impending storm Snow kills with silence
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Sunlight thrown upon The cold, dark, hard city streets As stars conspire
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You maze You network of mysteries, of interlocking thistles And brambles and blooms You incurable, unimaginable beauty You are my heart’s beat, the pulse of my blood I want to dwell in your glorious riddles To swim through your complication and your complexity You fill my head with wonderful, beguiling questions And I am relieved How weary I grow of life’s declaratives You, the...
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Your peculiarities are infinitely precious. They define you as someone distinct, unlike anyone else and I love them in all their strangeness. In whatever awkward shape they might come in, I want to cradle your idiosyncrasies close to my heart, the ones you don’t understand and the ones you think are ugly inclusive. You are a wholly unique lattice of your disparate elements and I think...
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Creeping, morose night Weight of my own heavy heart Both made light by the Promise of the word “maybe” Chance for a better morning
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Falling asleep with Your voice murmuring in my Ear seems nice right now
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In the soft slope of your breasts and the curve of your hips, I trace my fingertips over your landscape and I attempt to read your stories through my skin. You are alabaster pale, tinged with the pink of your passion, the ageless passion that swells in your breast as you grab my hand and clutch it to your sex. You breath to me to touch you, your words passing through cigarette-yellowed teeth and...
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I am afraid to tell you that I’m afraid. Afraid of being invisible, afraid of being less than completely real to you. I am not worried about the future and I am not worried about you… I will go forward confidently if it means having you in my arms. But I am only afraid of being so intangible that I vanish right out of existence before I ever get to show you how much I love you.
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What cruel fate that would prevent me from being with you tonight, seeing the smile tug at the edges of your lips and hearing your voice blossom into laughter like a night-jasmine that blooms only under the light of a bright, delirious moon. I am sick with longing for the natural green of your eyes, a sylvan green like a conifer forest that I want to lose myself in completely. I yearn for you,...
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I need to taste the desire On the surface of your tongue I want to paint my affection On the surface of your skin In a palette of kiss and gentle caress Like a tattoo, a mosaic, a mural With growing passion I will write A story of love and longing into your back And your thighs and your hips, your breasts And deep into your sex With the tips of my fingers And the colors of my yearning
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“I can look at the whole idea of making a new record, or going in and writing a...”
– Nick Cave
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Just south of the river, where the cold alleyways are cracked and broken, we made our way up and down the night time street, the street that filled with revelry and loud drinkers, letting their lungs fill with cigarette smoke and freedom, like a drowning man gasping for air as he surfaces, a moment of freedom now while the weekend was still young and work on Monday was too far away to be a vital...
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The bartender was paid to listen to stories and to serve drinks incidentally. Tragic stories, about abandoned homes and lost jobs and men made sick with desperation and anguish. His job was to watch the world release hell, piece by piece, and destroy the lives of everybody with an unpaid tab, some of whom deserved it and some of whom didn’t.
The guy in the rumpled dark blue suit was...
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I like the moon. Starlight. Things that remind me of night. Night is the best time. I associate it with romance. The night is passionate and mysterious. The day is just too predictable. It’s owned by people who live for money but the night is owned by people who live for passion. Lovers and artists and lunatics.
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Moonlit, starry sky Illuminates a world that Was made just for us
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In the darkness of night, I lose myself to the warmth and softness of your kiss. You are eager and hot in tender, fertile places. You tremble softly at my touch and I can taste a fire growing in you as my kiss becomes impatient and my desire becomes firm. I want you to feel as I see you: gloriously feminine, as statuesque as a greek goddess, soft symmetrical curves, shaped like ocean waves...
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She sensed in him a longing and a melancholy that had dug a hole through his being and when he spoke, there was a faint echo as his words bounced off the walls of his soul-wound. He bore the burden of unrequited love with silence but he was betrayed by his tone and cadence and the brevity of his language. He couldn’t have her but it was all he wanted. The weight of his intentions pushed...
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He had entered an entirely new world, a hot, damnable wilderness that killed those he cared about and loved. It burned away at everything he had known, his notions about civilization and safety, his family who had died of maladies that would, in less than a century’s time, be an anecdote from ancient history, and, finally, his perception of himself. Under the blazing hot sun, he...