anonyma

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maybe i do still want this place. space.

we’ll see.

hello, hello,
are you out there?

saying (a neither temporary nor permanent) goodbye

as the few followers i have may or may not have noticed, i have not been updating here at all in the past few weeks. that is simply because this spot has become a place for me to ramble and let off steam - that steam is starting to fade a little bit. well, at least i’m starting to come to terms with the origins of what drove me to write here. i will most likely be saying goodbye to this account now. these days, my attention is usually fully focused on the other places i write. although, i collected some of the writings i really am fond of, and am ready to go on possibly-permanent-hiatus. so with that, i bid you a cheerful farewell.

your small eyes glinting back at me
i promise, to see them i would cling to reality
instead of my fantastical expectations - i am trying
to wash the wanting down my gut like the curves of bitter oranges
folded in sugar and the anxiety of sour tastes

[February 21st, 2011]

thousands of miles away war permeates
through crowds shifting like unsettled schools of fish
as i sit with my books and spoonfuls of hot soup
on an otherwise soft and chilly night

i contemplate the size of bullets and how
many pieces of chocolate have melted between
my fingertips, my fingertips which have so longed
to trace your temples
like
small gods
themselves creating
a revolution inside the linings
of my uneasy stomach whenever
i think of you
like
a smiling young man so
easily leaning his small ears
against the wall next door - so
easily on the other side of
my world

feeling a little sickly and watery eyed is alright
if you happen to be that way with friends
i could drink hot water with honey and
eat peanut butter sandwiches all night until
i’m exhausted - maybe this is my version
of drunk

i want to climb up a little grassy hill
and whisper to the cloudy or colorful skies
‘i’m so glad he exists’