Jun 8, 2020

We All Have Our Reasons ..

I think I might've inhaled you 
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me ..

Nov 20, 2019

Witch Work - Neil Gaiman

The witch hid her life in a box made of dirt,
As big as a fist and as dark as a heart
There was nothing but time there and silence and hurt
While the witch watched the waves with her pain and her art
But he never came back
He never came back ...

Nov 19, 2019

The Language of Cat

Teach me the language of Cat;
the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare,
a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss.
Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air.
Teach my ears the way to ignore
names that I’m called. May they only twitch
to the distant shake of a boxful of biscuits,
the clink of a fork on a china dish.
Teach me that vanishing trick
where dents in cushions appear, and I’m missed.
Show me the high-wire trip along fences
to hideaway places, that no-one but me knows exist.
Don’t teach me Dog,
all eager to please, that slobbers, yaps and begs for a pat,
that sits when told by its owner, that’s led on a lead.
No, not that. Teach me the language of Cat.

The Language of Cat

by Rachel Rooney

Nov 18, 2019

Untitled ...

"we pass the ghosts tht haunt us later in our lives ; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes , if we see them at all. The idea tht they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our little footsteps and catching up, little by little." 

Aug 6, 2018

Carry Me Home ...

Midnight strikes, where is my prince ? 
Lost my comfort, more time to think 
Broken and bruised, tell me what I am 
Feel so unused, help me find your hand 

I guess the sun still waits here 
Got to hold it up for him 

Carry me home
Bear my weight on your shoulders
Carry me home
Nothing else matters 
Carry me home 


Jun 19, 2018

How We Love People We Once Loved - Fortesa Latifi

When I tell you I don't love you anymore, neither of us can tell if I'm lying. If old habits die hard, then bad habits die harder and this is on par with 3 packs a day. This is on par with a bottle before breakfast.
Old love tricks us I think. There is nowhere to put it. So it lies on the bottom of your heart and shivers. 
My body remembers you too well. My insides light up like the traitors they are when you cross the street in front of me and it takes a full five minutes for my brain to catch up. You don't love him anymore, remember ? Or you shouldn't, remember ? Or you're fucking stupid if you do, remember ? 
So ask me again. Ask me if I still love you. I don't think so. But if I do , it's less like champagne and stars and more like faded Polaroids. More like the weight of the sun pressing down on the horizon every afternoon. More like the way you have to cut a tree open to see how old it is . 
Less like love and more like that detached way you love people you once loved.