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“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”

[my art blog dedicated to everyday muses]

Posts tagged scribble

Jun 21 '12

hush

During those quiet hours

I turn away, rumple the sheets

And your hand shoots out

And stays me

Pulling closer

To your warm core

In those quiet hours

Heart

Heat

Sleep

Jun 20 '12

jonjwlee:

I’m leaving to the UK in a day or so for a month-long trip across Europe.

I’m not sure how to feel about this.

Don’t get me wrong, this is my first time going there and I am excited and odds are I will love it there.

But I will be away from the security of my home. I know I sound mollycoddled and a bit like a coward, but I’ve never been this far away and I’m not sure if I’m ready.

Most of all, though, I will also be away from the person who makes me the happiest man alive.

I will be away from my kitty.

And I miss her already.

I will miss that for a month I probably won’t be able to hear him say goodnight every night over the phone like we always do.

I will miss tearing apart DJs and radio shows on this one radio station we always listen too.

I will miss impromptu air-guitar and all-out-arms-flailing and dancing along to the songs in the car.

I will miss talking about nothing.

I will miss talking about everything.

I will miss being seduced and tickled by his use of words like “mollycoddle”.

I will miss arguing over the proper pronounciation of “Z”. (It’s “zee”)

I will miss making him confused, worried, happy.

I will miss looking for weird places/things to eat.

I will miss his hands.

I will miss his smile.

I will miss that look when I’m being really stubborn and he just wants me to calm down again.

I will miss that bluntness that sounds like sarcasm but really is just very-straight-forwardness.

I will miss us laughing.

I will miss the way he interlocks his fingers with mine.

I will miss a million and one things in the million and one hours and miles and moments he will be away.

I will miss my puppy.

I miss him already.

Jun 19 '12

Its a fight. I have to remind myself, its a constant fight.

Jun 14 '12

Europe might as well be Europa.

Jun 12 '12

That maddening feeling of hating anything and everything you see, can see, touched, influenced or created, uttered or even thought.

May 18 '12

Wapanese Faux-Jailbait

-dot tumblr dot com

-is the perfect band name

-or album name

-or art-exhibit-of-black-and-white-upskirt-photos name

-the perfect angry-asian-riot-grrrl-band name

-is just the most beautiful words

May 17 '12

I don’t know whether its brain chemicals or hormones or faulty wires fritzing synapses shorting nerves circuits and all this static mess making this blackout, stumbling around in my own head. Theres that split second shock when the lights go out and you freeze in an uncertain void, you forget body and breath and bearing and a hand shoots out forward, you know for certain you feel forward but you might as well be nowhere. There isn’t a mouth for your voice to escape and even though you yell you’re not sure if it was ever your voice.

Its like that submarine quiet, that underwater murmur of nothing and pulse. Looking out and up into the light but hearing nothing but blood beating into your own ears, if you held your breathe long enough you can almost hear it crushing you, almost feel yourself crumpling.

And I tell myself light a match, call out, float to the top and haul yourself over the slippery chrome steps and you’ll be fine. They say, let it out, get out from there, don’t hide don’t bury don’t drown don’t stay still and quiet. Say something. Reach up.

If I could I would float up and be gone flicker to light and fade, snuffed out. There is no light for me here unless you puncture through, blow through the walls inside my skull and around my brain and beneath my eyes, no air unless you tear my lungs and rip my throat, the tube goes down the esophagus to make an emergency passage, do so as a last resort. I wish it were as easy as opening and shutting the door, pulling the plug, but there’s only been a wall and plaster and brick and tiles a floor and cement and rock and gravel underneath.

Tags: scribble rant
May 3 '12

Its just hard sand and saltwater and grit and heat all this choking heat blinding light burning white white white they say don’t rub your eyes don’t rub so hard but I see nothing I see white I see dark and flashing spots I see red and white and black and empty space infinite and flat I see a blur and two feet toes curled in I see fingers nails digging into palms I see saltwater grit and scabs I pick and pick and there’s a red bead blooming small then bigger and bigger till it rolls off my skin I feel hot and cold and shivering impossible and yet like a fever it shivers it shakes.

Tags: scribble
Apr 26 '12

parasite

Let me plant a seed beneath, my love

Let it grow on the food of my tears, my love

Let it flourish on every sweet word,my love

Let it rip through the wooden beams, my love

Let it tear down the walls of this house

Apr 22 '12

pulse

Look its a disease its a condition its a heart-stopping force like a fever or a tide or the earth’s gravity or stars colliding. Its inertia, inevitable. Its water seeking the lowest level, mercury splitting then rushing forming joining whole and new again. Its the rain then the heat then the thirst and parched earth then the clouds then the rumble of a storm and then we are wet again. Its rocks to gravel to dirt to diamonds to just plain old rocks again. Its soil to flesh to skin to bones to blood and back to soil. Its light then pain then breath then sweet dark sleep. Like minutes ticking and ticking and fading with the batteries. I can’t stop it and don’t want to try.

Tags: scribble