January 2012
24 posts
You are a taste that I don’t want to acquire,
a fledgling idea that I don’t want inspired.
Your stucco walls, I’d rather not break -
but that was never to be my decision to make.
For you are the diamond I left unpolished,
yet also the tower that I let demolish.
“I’m sorry.”
If you play the leading man, I’ll gladly be your biggest fan -
with no such thing as line to cross, no breath to leave us at a loss, no step exists to step too far, no kingdom built that needs for czar.
We’ll break no boundaries for we have no bounds; we’ll fire no bullets for we have no rounds -
just one luminous spotlight, just one transient fire:
that when you grace the...
What material are your bootstraps made of?
I am interested in the name of the manufacturer,
for I tumbled from a tall height when I found that mine have torn.
I am now in the hopes that I can upgrade my current pair
and embark upon the business of
picking myself back up
as quickly
as you.
apples and oranges
I am the apple, and you are the orange.
“No comparison,” they say, but we all know that honestly, you’re better. Your personality has that acidic kick, and your laughter is much more valuable. That’s why orange juice is more expensive than apple juice, and wields a throne in that coveted refrigerator section. You’re sunshine. You’re liquid sunshine.
No...
My condition has been diagnosed:
it’s now my turn as the ghost.
Buildings that were once unswayed
now forever marked
by my tirade.
My advice?
Be afraid.
I wonder
if you
wonder
whether
I wonder
about
you.
“Yes.”
My name is the only grace I wield; the rest, the rest is yours. I am a dreamer’s dream, and a fool’s fallacy. But - can we remain as dreamers, and can we just stay as fools? After all, we know nothing. We ignore meteors and gunfire, neither of us knowing why, yet there is nothing left to know. So when shadows start to seep from sunshine, all I ask of you is this: leave...
“know your limits. then break them.”
Inspire me to be more than me,
to be all the things that I long to be -
still a heart, a mind, soul undefined
trapped in concrete fate to never shine.
So find no cave, no hole to hide
no question where no answer resides;
just love, just love, just love eternal
that keeps heart on course on nights infernal
and is more than surface, than epidermal,
and springs forth alongside sighs...
Letters From Heart to Mind, #1
We’re herrings, you and I. You always were the faster one. I would struggle while you, you had the world leagues behind you. You always hated me for that. You say it is for lack of skill, for I am feeble and bred for bait - a bane, a breathing travesty; I am fated to die, and die alone, to be eaten alive by bigger fish. Fish like you. Yet, I remember when we used to swim...
I wouldn’t be surprised
if I never hear your voice again.
But I said that last time,
too.
i almost saw your face today.
we would’ve graced the same bouquet -
flowers fragrant, stems entwined,
delicate and nearly benign.
but we are never almost,
and almost always never.
so you remain my ghost,
and i stay your endeavor.
Will you do a favor for me?
Resolve my every fallacy.
Ignore that I am free debris
when you draw my name from the potpourri.
Then I’ll march with you to the high sea,
not as a simple and blind draftee,
but as a soldier with no decree.
Assuage you of your every plea,
satisfaction guaranteed.
i spent my day juggling apples.
i stood in the middle of a vibrant mead
and pomaceous fruit danced between my arms,
cast into the sky
as if bewitched to defy gravity.
but gravity is law,
and apples are lawful.
one slip of the wrist, and
they tumble back down to earth.
there is no such thing as magic.
inspiring translation from new sensations,
words hit the tongue like aphrodisiac,
and former aspirations as an amnesiac
are driven into the ground
when heartbeats fill these flirtations
with tumultuous resound
“fall in love. it’s good for you.”
This is just condensation.
This is a dance between two vaporous water molecules, wandering aimlessly by atomic diffusion, but when hydrogen bonds are finally catalyzed by the alignment of stars,
they are lost
in the transience of dipole moments.
indigo dyes caught in rigor,
in beautiful stagnation
to gently eclipse the moon
and tint the world
shades of violet.
cast in half-shadows,
the emerald tide runs low
only to burst forth in springs
when the moon returns.
meanwhile,
a bystander gets swept by the waves,
hopelessly
devoured.
i haven’t done this in a while. poetry, i mean.
Between every beat comes a quiver of the lip.
I am no poker face, I am no stoic figure of daunting strength.
I never did well at Texas Hold ‘Em.
A Queen and a King instantly render me in laughter, laughter that reverberates through cities, through a hundred miles.
“The sun comes out when she smiles,” so I would lose every bet. I would not be surprised if the entire Valley felt the earth grow...
“SO UHH… HOW… HOW DO I WORK TUMBLR?”
Applied then, still applies now.
I have very low expectations on how this whole tumblr thing will go.
Clean slate.
“I don’t want to write here anymore, because I only ever used this to write about Phuc.”
Bollocks.
Challenge accepted.
May 2011
1 post
Me: what would you do
Me: if i was a cookie monster
Me: and whenever you got cookies
Me: i ate them all
Me: and i never shared
Me: cos i'm the cookie monster
Phuc: fucking fight the shit out of you
Me: WHAT
Me: WHAT IF I COULDN'T HELP IT
Phuc: COOKIE REHAB FOR YOU
Me: WHAT
Phuc: and since you arent the cookie monster
Phuc: *snuggle*
April 2011
2 posts
But at least I know how to make funny faces.
Me: phuc
Me: how do i... work tumblr
Me: LOL
Me: ლ(இ益இლ)
Phuc: wutchu trying to do on tumblr?
Me: like
Me: work it!!!
Me: ლ(இДஇლ)
Phuc: lmao wut!
Phuc: wut do u wanna do specifically
Me: like
Me: work it!!!!!
Me: (屮ಥ益ಥ)屮
Me: i don't know ANY of it!
I worked hard on this.
Me: i'm so sneaky
Me: i'm like
Me: sneakers mcsneakpants
Me: with a side of sneakotatoes
Me: topped with sneakaschino sneakies
Me: drizzled with sneakaramel syrup
Me: sprinkled with mcsneaky bears
Phuc: lmao wut!
Phuc: you are so cute
Phuc: *roll on u*
February 2011
1 post
Me: twas u all along
Phuc: TWAS
Phuc: TWAS VERILY SOOOOOOOO T.T
Phuc: BECAUSE TWAS VERILY SO
Phuc: AND THEREFORE, TWAS INDEED I, INDEED
November 2010
2 posts
Phuc: u nap hella big earlier
Me: i nap three hours!!
Phuc: wow!!!
Phuc: a wild snorlax appears!!
Me: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!
Phuc: XD
Phuc: you're a dolphin
Phuc: cuz you are smert
Me: LOL WHAT
Me: ppl are smart too
Phuc: yes but we invent weapons
Phuc: PLOT TWIST
Phuc: comedy into a drama
October 2010
4 posts
“XD
^_______________________^
*_______________________*
everything...”
– Phuc
Christa has leg cramp. :(
Phuc: if i was there
Phuc: i would piggy back you
Me: lol
Me: ilu
Me: fanks boo
Phuc: to your bike
Phuc: and proceed to roll you
Me: LOL WHAT
Me: ??????????????????
Phuc: to your destination
Phuc: I AINT CARRYING YOU DOWN THE STAIRS
Phuc: THEN TO DC
Me: i love mickey mouse
Me: he kissed me on the cheek at disneyland
Phuc: i'll fight him
Phuc: i swear i will
get in mah belleh
Me: bring the candies
Me: you say you gonna gimme
Me: from moon festival
Phuc: ....
Phuc: confession
Me: DID YOU EAT THEM ALL
Phuc: I ATE THEM ALL
Me: LOL
September 2010
3 posts
So that's what it was.
Me: i washed your jacket today
Me: lol i can finally put my hands in the pockets
Me: why
Me: did you have so many crumbs in your jacket pockets
Me: what on earth were you carrying around in your pockets
Phuc: LOL
Phuc: ....cookies
Phuc: >.>
Me: LOL
Me: that is
Me: so
Me: darling
Phuc: I LIKE COOKIES OK
Phuc: ITS THE KISSY COW
Phuc: MOOMOOMOOMOOWAAHHH
Me: LOL
Phuc: YEAH
Phuc: IN YOUR FACE
Me: WHAT
Phuc: AND ALL OVER THE PLACE
Me: WHAT??
Me: WHAT IS HAPPENING
Phuc: KISSY COW
Best Bedtime Ever
Phuc: go sleep
Phuc: rest now sorceress
Phuc: and recharge your magic
August 2010
1 post
snuggle blossom
Phuc: I SNUGGLE YOU
Phuc: SNUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGG
Me: LOL WHAT
Me: did you just say
Me: snuuggg
Phuc: yes
Me: to snuggle me
Phuc: take it or leave it
Phuc: SNUG
May 2010
5 posts
Me: come here so i can lub you and beat you up
Phuc: lol what how many times are you gonna beat me up?
Me: 83 times and counting
Phuc: lol what, i run away from you
Me: 84 now!!!
*sends you love waves*
Phuc: i drink soda today to comfort my feets
Me: how does that work?
Phuc: Well my feets feel better so there. byahh!
ur like a big ol snorlax
Me: HOLY CRAP I JUST SLEPT FOR FOUR HOURS
Phuc: Epic. ilu. i slept 3 earlier but i was on vicodin. wuz your excuse? :P
Me: Um... I had a big lunch.
Phuc: you are cute as a paper chute
Me: lol how cute are paper chutes?
Phuc: pretty dang cute if they're as cute as you. cuz you are soooooooo cute!!!!
ilu thiiis much
Me: ilu
Phuc: ilu22
Phuc: twenty mofudging 2
April 2010
8 posts
“I hope I grow up to be fucking balling as shitcakes.”
– Phuc
Me: How did you get so pretty?
Phuc: Lots of milk!
Me: How did you get so cute?
Phuc: Lots of cupcakes!
1 tag
“Fatteh mode activate!!!”
– Phuc
“whar is emma taking you? she is christanapping my girlfriend!”
– Phuc’s text after Emma abruptly picked me up for dinner
“ARE YOU SHERLOCKETTE HOLMES”
– Phuc
Me: On a scale from 1 to 10, how sane am I?
Emma: Spoon.
Me: *giggles*
“Sounds of safety follow in 3…2…1…gugugg brubrubrubru shummuna...”
– Phuc, texting me that he drove home safely