The Art of Sleeping and Thinkinglooking at other people's memories is painfulThe Art of Sleeping and Thinking by Arabellaten
and personal, but
we do it because we like the torture.
i hear the voices fading in, every
the blackness ebbs.
sleep beckons, but
the pain is exquisite
and the insanity hard to resist.
MomentsLaying in the dark,Moments by Arabellaten
we share secret string cheese and I love you's,
all while you should be sleeping.
But you're not so we cuddle and share smiles and looks and whispers.
And this is how I love you.
Starry EyedIf I could take away the pain, maybe you'd feel the sameStarry Eyed by Arabellaten
If I had a star for every time I thought of you, I'd have galaxies.
As it is I'm willing to give you the moon and stars.
I'd do it all for you
I packed up my life for the great unknown,
a life with you.
I'd do it all for you
I gave up my security for this love;
I believe it is worth it.
I gave it all up for you.
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful by riparii
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
Yea. What's up. I put the hug in thug.|
I am constantly growing not only in life but also in my he(art).
Current Residence: In your heart
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Christian, Rock, some pop
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: the one that I daily come out of
Skin of choice: Mine
Favourite cartoon character: Little Foot
Personal Quote: I would gladly give my life for a stranger's.