January 2011
19 posts
tle.
bottle of champagne,
bench facing mountain ranges lit only by the houses and ski-slopes inhabiting them,
muted sounds of soft rock band,
natasha bedingfield playing from the speakers on the hills,
a flickering lamp,
subterranean ice-rink,
replaced champagne bottle with laptop at just the right moment,
without a gent.
oh new years, you’re a confusing one.
edit: michael jackson...
reader,
do you know want? I’m talking about the purest, rawest, most potent form of want.
The type that seems to surpass need, so much so that it becomes an entirely new entity, without being assigned a word.
well it’s consuming, this ”want” it’s taken hold for quite some time,
in all of us, I’m sure. clambers up the side of your leg, as you’re...
December 2010
19 posts
bit less.
bit less negativity,
bit less guilt,
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bit less things waiting to be built.
-Js
to need a vacation from your family,
makes you reasses the word itself.
family, that is.
vacation - everyone knows how to define that.
-Js
A running tap met with my pale fingers the water plays tricks that feels so right
-js
”it’s a lions fight, Stevens. Just because you didn’t win doesn’t mean you don’t know how to roar.”
have you ever just wanted someone dead
or not really there?
or to simply no longer exist within your life?
you’d feel bad about it if you could stop to think.
Or maybe you wouldn’t.
light off, love on, sing the siren song, you’re a cancer, dear boy gone wrong.
-Js
like a boy should.
hellisfulloflove asked: I like the way you capture moments.
dark dormitory met with a golden hue,
from the old-english style lamp post outside in the courtyard,
that lunar eclipse out my window
blended,
the three cosmic beings moaned as they momentarily became one
i lay on my quilt, staring out my window,
his hands covered mine
swan sigh i released
for sensuality, protection, and caring
for that brief period in the night,
those were my
three...
the little, yet major, things in life:
-cold porcelain tile on your feet in the morning
-hot coffee with milk in the morning
-going for a challenging run
- eggs whites, whole grain toast, cream cheese, and earl grey.
- being freshly showered
- slipping into a perfectly made bed
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i lay in bed, with the memory foam
reminiscing
over my body, clad in just black boxer briefs i reach over, across my current novel grab my glass, to be happily surprised by iced-cold earl grey sip, sip return to my reading, an immaculate room, and I’m oh so satisfied. oh and tomorrow, i’m kissing that boy.
relish your adolescence, and naievty, for neither can ever be regained nor...
i found the answer.
i awoke to the smell of pumpkin pie, pieces still in my hair from the night before.
-Js
”As I sat in the waiting room, fidgeting with my fingers and shaking my shoe, I felt promise. It was finally all coming to an end. This conclusion becoming an introduction. A sweet girl appeared at the door to lead me back. She was average height, hair color, and face structure. Just average. But it was comforting. I layed down on the plastic coated bed and looked to the sky. A massive...
The Void Left By Promiscuity
-Js
at times I believe:
-having an invested, business-savvy, incredible father
- not in being gay and all the horrible, grotesque baggage that comes along with it
- being born in Britain
- currently living in Japan
are all that I’d needed to have led the complete (or perhaps ideal) childhood. But nah, I’d always find something to yearn for.
And maybe that yearning is what I use for...