January 2012
thedandelionmovement asked: Hi, please feel free to check out my tumblr. I working towards something too ambitious, but it doesn't hurt to try. I hope you can contribute your thoughts and wishes. I love your writing and I hope you find the woman for you. Cheers!
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Birthday
I’m having one. Today.
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Today I discussed with a coworker a particular scene from the film, Seven. Detective Mills (Brad Pitt) and Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman) leave to investigate a murdered lawyer’s office in the evening. They search for clues, any particular visual indication of something more. They trade thoughts and argue. Contrast ideas and bicker. Detective Mills gets frustrated and Somerset climbs on...
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tiresometroubles asked: Love. Your blog. Thank you
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Sometimes I think of how I may have been if we spoke when I was in high school. Would I have inked your name on my schoolbooks? Been kiddish with hearts to dot the i’s to whatever poems I passed the time with? Would I have passed notes to girls for advice? Told the teacher not to read it? Told the guys, “well she lives out of state, you wouldn’t know her”? And then at the...
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I refuse to tolerate the boundaries this world has placed on the existence of love. So scoff all you want, mock my bearings; I say kiss my delicate ass. I’ll still be writing letters to the ones who stuck around.
The mind wanders when you receive multiple blocked phone calls
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I stirred my drink, injected sips into my mouth. I set it down and stirred again. And after a few minutes she reemerged from the ladies room. She walked a long way with a smile. And I remained similar in that giddy way old folks would tell their youngsters about that “one time” when it all came together.
She told me her friends hate her boots. That she wishes more people were...
If I were the President I would just constantly...
I just returned from what I will have to surmise as the best date I have been on. She is incomprehensibly beautiful while idyllically okay with her place in this world. She has no immaturity. No worries for her frame or mind. She is by all accounts the most capable woman I have met. She wants to move to New York. And tonight I had some of the greatest intellectual and romantic oriented...
illdrawanyone asked: If you could get one thing, anything for your belated new years wish, and it came true. What would it be?.
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Earlier today I suffered. For how little I knew of you and how much I wanted to. I want to know your story. I want to see your life. Even if by voyeuristic curiosity with intentions for nothing more, I want it. To flip through your family photos. Close in on what you were. To know the presence you leave in a room. I want to walk through and feel it. I want to see.
But instead I don’t. And I...
There are far too many people out there indoctrinated by bad music.
I do not have the energy at this time to illiterate stories from my mind that dictate what I think this year will be. And while I daydream of females who, by all accounts, love my sensibilities and embolden me with their presence in a place I do not now enough of, I remain confident if not raptured from the understanding that this is going to be a great year. For I have dates with pretty girls and...
2012 is going to be tumultuous. And traumatically what I needed. New York won’t know what to do with me. Nor will their women.
Breathing into pillows, spending dreams thinking it was you.
everythingyouaskme asked: What are your favorite books?
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These involuntary crying spells coming from the unknown make me wonder if my heart knows something I don’t know.
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What are we doing? I mean, what are we really doing here? Does any of this make sense? Does it matter? Are we happy? When we speak to others do they even look remotely close to the same?
The fact is we’re all apart of a grand novel. The remaining pages remain blank and we don’t know how to fill them. And as we attempt, we find the ability to trip just short of whatever finish line...
Occasionally but very very seldom, my writing makes me feel so much better about my life. And for a fraction of a second, peace is a whistle capable to blow.
If only you people could see what I have endured in my mind asleep and what I have written through my daydreams.
To record these things would be a gift for which it seems I do not have the graces for.
I can think of two things right now: 1. that I do not want to work tomorrow. 2. I’d like to fuck for the remaining hours I would not.
If this happened I would entertain the thoughts of possibilities. The imaginary. We can talk about music or film, play monopoly, eat unhealthy grilled cheeses while listening to mostly unknown post-punk. Smoke cigarettes even though we shouldn’t, order...
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It’s hard sometimes for people like us to find someone. We’re picky, want the best, don’t settle and genuinely want good things and are so tired of the mess we observe in others. But we know not to believe the hype, this notion that love ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. So we do not quit and we still stand tall, ready to show the world to whoever has the eyes...
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I am a man with poetic observations and passionate ideals, who for the life of me, cannot draw them in. As I smile with these dimples and wear good clothes with good intentions, I find men with hearts far less strung together are having their way with life. And it really really pisses me off.
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Post-hauntings
He lies still in his bed at odd hours of the evening. He does not listen to music. The television is not on. All alarms are, by all accounts, dormant.
The boy, who recalls impregnable realities, refuses to sit up straight, perhaps afraid his eyes would commence themselves to the illusory. Perhaps sure something would be staring back.
So the boy does not move. And he finds all sounds cannot emit...
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On the very first morning of this two-thousand and twelfth year, I wished to God that I meet a girl with presence. Because my foundations prefer to fall under the gaze of someone else.
And while I stood outside looking in all directions, as if to seek while still knowing she rests, I said to God that I wanted someone that speaks for memories and dresses with life. I said that I wanted someone who...
My new year's resolution was to stop needing one.
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December 2011
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Apologetics
What a cruelty to live without this delicate touch I bear inside my dreams. From which upon I wake to fall flat and drink. What a cruelty to think of the words she said. What use are whispers not upon a neck?
If God had hands they’ve gone away. If God had heart I know what he’d say.
“I’m sorry”