stubble pricking through my face
I don my trench coat
step out into the fog
to take pictures of suburban lights
what is it like for you
to date a photographer
|My first DLR, I am a parody of masculinity, featured by chromeantennae.|
My third DD, not grief, but something like it was suggested by beeinthebottle and featured by neurotype.
My second DD was plumbum, suggested by laurotica and featured by thorns.
My fourth DLD was I build, suggested by alapip and featured by xlntwtch.
My third DLD was hypergraphia, received October 4th 2011, suggested by Nichrysalis and featured by thetaoofchaos on December 23rd, 2012. It was also my first DD, featured on January 5th 2012 byBeccaJS.
My second DLD was metamorphic rock n' roll, received on July 25th 2011, suggested by TwilightPoetess and featured by bowie-loon123
My first DLD was thryroidal cartilage, received on May 17th 2011, suggested by alapip and featured by thetaoofchaos
mount auburn cemeterycrumble of white bonemount auburn cemetery by consolecadet
cool and smooth as marble
crypt shadow a respite from the summer sun
chickadees and daffodils break the silence
they do not remember you
but in them, you live on
AprilI am a glacierApril by consolecadet
creaking, groaning under stress
emerging from vast depths as the sun warms the land
these times are always unstable
some species go extinct
some friends go away, one way or another
small markssmall marks:small marks by consolecadet
on the thigh, from the needle
on the fingernails, from the blade
on the knuckles, from the teeth (old)
on the body of the right pointer finger, from a story I hadn't touched in months
on the inner arm, the chest, the stomach, the pit of the elbow, from life, from growth, the needle
conditioning skin, hair, mind
a vine's stems reach for support
sometimes, so do mine
theological astrophysicsaccretion of faiththeological astrophysics by deinktvis
is the slow process through which
god's image takes shape.
vertebrae.washvertebrae. by nighttimebeautiful
the days are easier, with youmost days are easy enough for me, if only because i have gotten so good at ignoring everything, namely my emotions and problems.the days are easier, with you by Wynfor
i'm not saying i have problems, although some people will say that i do. i decided long ago that i am probably fine and that if there is something wrong with me, it is not for me to decide.
there's a reason for that. people tell me it is denial, but no, i have a reason. if nothing else i am a highly logical person.
if i am left to my own devices and i let myself think of what all has happened i will end up having one of ay-mee's infamous breakdowns. and ay-mee has had enough of those. she is tired of them, damn it.
so i have gotten myself a team of doctors together and i have let them decide things for me. i let them decide what i can handle and what is wrong and how to go about fixing it. and i let them fix it. i let them give me prescriptions and i take the pills just as it says. if they say, 'ehmea, you need to stop working for a while. you need to quit yo
turning over bucketsperhaps it isn't beautiful,turning over buckets by RestlessSands
lying halfway underwater;
pouring your palladium hopes
down your hands
looking full of shale and broken glass
half lighting whiskey-paper on fire
with that sun tossing in your chest
and all of you rattling
in this thin-skinned pineapple percussion,
the things you're so very sure of, sweltering under
callouses, under sea-
a kaleidoscopic mass of stinging cider-riviera
twisting into your human frame;
but when i say something of protests
you break in,
with too many pinecones waking in your chest, saying,
how lucky how
lucky we are
to be alive to be