May 2012
7 posts
“You know, there was a point when we were friends. I haven’t forgotten...”
May 17th
5 o'clock
Is it a sin to be so longing? To fill in the gaps with a little more space, to fulfill lack of love with love for love? Is it a sin to give into the demands for blood with blood, to close your eyes and for just once, accept that your best is just enough?  Is it a sin to stay just a little off-beat, a little off-center, a little off-rhyme when you’re weathering the splinters?  Well, once a...
May 16th
“You’re a good luck charm! That must be it. Everything always seems to go...”
– UCB Delegate to me, UC Day 2012
May 10th
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May 6th
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“Love comes, love goes.”
May 3rd
WHEN I REALIZED I ONLY HAVE NEGATIVE DATA FOR MY...
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May 3rd
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April 2012
7 posts
Apr 29th
Apr 15th
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bona fide
adj. 1. Made or carried out in good faith; sincere. 2. Authentic, genuine.  3. You.
Apr 13th
Apr 12th
I had a dream about you last night, and it went a lot like that.
Apr 5th
click click click
how do you form cacophany from the most beautiful of symphonies? easy: an idea. unreal, impossible, unattainable  ideas are the most dangerous when they metastasize like tumor - when they form into memories from what was once hidden in the corner of a mind.  once a dream, but now stands tall, flesh and bone. proof: an arm grazed; a hallucination, hazed. for one that never lived, rose petals on a...
Apr 4th
Apr 2nd
March 2012
8 posts
Each moment that a moment’s close, the universe always seems to glow in quiet whispers, soft and slow: “No, my dear, it isn’t so,” and so I follow, ebb and flow.
Mar 20th
Mar 20th
situs inversus
Where’d you go, heartbeat? You’re sure not where I left you; the cavity in my chest feels empty, lonesome. Did you travel far? Are you eating all your meals? I haven’t touched your room. It’s just as you left it. I haven’t gotten any letters from you. They must be getting lost in the mail. That must be it. Must be.
Mar 20th
de novo
I’ll be your go-to; you can bookmark me with your prettiest post-it. You can draw a star next to my name in your prettiest shade of yellow. Or you might even switch it up, and trace it in a gorgeous cerulean or a rosy shade of pink. Can you imagine? A pink star in the pitch black sky? Gosh, how new would that be? Would it be nearly as new as you used  to find me?
Mar 16th
fringe
I can’t wait to meet you again! There’ll be a glimmer in my eyes, and the flecks in yours will sparkle - a robust shade of amber that warms like a steaming hot mocha during a late night of textbooks and drab powerpoint slides. Then I’ll tell you all about my universe, but only through fair trade. After all, I only expect revolutions from you, nothing less. Nothing...
Mar 10th
always, k?
Me: u my homeslice
Me: i care u
Synth: although we do not live in the same pizza box
Synth: you will also always be a homeslice
Me:
Mar 4th
resilience
You’re like the dust that accumulates upon my windshield after a windy central valley day. You’re that speckle that I can never get off, as much as I may try.  You’re a struggle, but not really. You’re a war, but not really. Not in the least.
Mar 4th
What happened to you? You used to harmonize your leaps through every synapse.   In fact, your strength and your laugh could make kingdoms collapse. But the laughter is cold now. The rock is now brittle. What once was an orchestra has dwindled down to one fiddle.
Mar 1st
February 2012
20 posts
There is such a beauty in the softness of your voice, that even when you are destroying me, killing me, tearing my heart apart one stitch at a time, all I can think about is the beauty of your language. So after you are done hiding me in a shallow grave, please just do me this one favor: don’t ever stop singing.
Feb 29th
transition
Read it back to me. Read back the sighs as if they were poetry. Make it a fairy tale. Make it about a ship that glides with no sail, about the umbrella that triumphs the gale. Teach me that like them, we’ll also prevail. Teach me in whispers. Teach me in sing-song. Teach me that my questions can never be wrong, though preciously infectious, as if I knew it all, all along.
Feb 28th
mandible
When every decision brings a sparkle of crimson from a sliver of silver, I’ll take the punches, the stabs, the kicks and the jabs. Yet, I’m not here for apologies. Not here for atonement or redeeming qualities. After all, I’m just vehemently ferocious, preemptively precocious - awfully awesome, and awesomely atrocious.
Feb 28th
bioluminescence
We’ll fly like fireflies. We’ll cast our own light - though cold and fragile, it is innate. It is immaculate, even when all else is locked in chains.
Feb 26th
how to win Xa over, #5
Love to learn. Love knowledge in all its nuances. Embrace it in all its delicate curves. Run your fingers through its pages, and feel the same inspiration from its theorems and laws as you would feel  when you look at me.
Feb 20th
syntax
I don’t invent apostrophes. You and I don’t form contractions. You and I, we’re not a “we’re,” you’re a you and I’m an I. Apostrophes are not stones, th’at you’ ca’n j’us’t for’ce w’her’e’ver’ you’ s’o ple’ase. Apostrophes are like puzzle pieces - they fall into...
Feb 20th
how to win Xa over, #1-4
1. joke in lame puns 2. acknowledge that lemon meringue is bomb 3. express passion for gelato 4. strike conversation about how cute bunnies are
Feb 19th
I want to remind you, every single day, for the rest of both our lives, how beautiful you are.
Feb 18th
i ain’t nothin’ but a commentator on a defeated dictator. but damn, man. holy shit. is that a trip? or is that a fall? i can’t even recall you ever being that tall. not at all.
Feb 15th
mafia
play your trump card, badass. ain’t too hard when your bar is, “dat ass.” you strut as if you own, you shoot as if you pwn but you’re outdated, demonstrated by the flourish that you’ve shown. you’re just a cockblocked peacock. fine, you talk the talk and walk the walk, but your talk is hypocrisy. you preach democracy  while you practice aristocracy. so damn,...
Feb 14th
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foragers
when our toes touch,  we wiggle them with a quiet scritch scritch! like scraping a washboard - we’re just contributing to the jamboree, even if it’s just from below the knees! can you hear the melody? if you can, then dance with me and we’ll boogy down like honeybees in spite of all catastrophe! scritch scritch!
Feb 12th
add sugar to taste
fingertips like cashmere,  soothing to the soul, bringing heartbeats to the heartless,  and sugarcane for the bittersweet. currently: unpalatable, but we bloom like saffron, with taste of honey.
Feb 11th
petulance, with love
There once was a roaring great war, where gore would adorn every door. Oh, how I used to cry! But now I just sigh; this boar has become quite a bore.
Feb 8th
Today, you are my beating drum. But what becomes of you when tomorrow comes? Will you stay a stray, or stand safe at bay? Will you remain a foe until hairs grow gray? I’d like to believe you’ll become your best, but you still see me as your game of chess. Yet, I play no pawn and I need no knight - I’m “just a stone with no sense of flight.” But between you and...
Feb 7th
Feb 7th
Hi there, nightingale - I know how you tire from being above and below, dancing with fire. You’re still making beds for the dead, while you can’t give more to the poor - but you stayed by my side as I bled though I was no more than a whore. So when I say hello, neither shame nor stutter for you deserve bellow, not unworthy sputter.
Feb 6th
vigilante
Stitch a still frame from time, like that moment when you march in during the small hours of the morning, and do your best to convince everyone that you didn’t just spend all evening fighting bad guys.
Feb 5th
Feb 5th
Le Etoille
Able-bodied souls soul-searching for more fables, but succumbing to the labels that are laid upon the table. If losing was a drug, then I’m an abuser of a loser - cold sweat; heart attacks now secondhand maneuver. Pulse rates off the charts - about to break the switch for success and laughter make me out to be a witch, but bottom-line, eye-to-eye, I’m just your average bitch, just...
Feb 4th
tea
Sunshine next to starshine, connected by the light of supernovas, completely unaware of all disaster, because all that we can hear is the resound of laughter. It’s not that we don’t see the catastrophe outside. It’s just that we know when to breathe and when to take a dive - because it’s so much warmer here, nexttoyou.
Feb 2nd
January 2012
29 posts
Jan 31st
in perfect disorder
You are wonderful! You are the reason why rainbows exist - you transcend laws. The laws of physics have nothing on you; physics can’t explain how dreams can swirl into reality, but you can, because I know your secret! I know that you came from a dream, from a dream that I had one day, a dream about  wonderful.
Jan 30th
legs and fingers entwined like vines on a lattice of pine, except we cannot climb. we are grounded. we are swine. we are fated to become a toxic wine, never to shine in the finesse of age, for we are not so fine. comparatively, we are brine. we are perishable. and only there, do we align.
Jan 29th
the pattern
I am a captive. I am a tiger in a cage - secured by the chains of swift heartbeat. Fierce and commanding,  yet I provide contrast, for I am neither noble nor discerning. But always: intrigue; all stories end in ellipsis. Always: both danger and in danger; lest it be stolen away, hold tightly onto breath. Carry it close, and let it carry you home.
Jan 29th
Giving up has never been so beautiful. Cross out the broken bridges, take the tacks off the wall. No more taking turns, only the makings of revolutions - the most monumental of momentums. This is the sound of love renovated and amity refurbished. This is the fragrance of hope on fire. lilacs and lemongrass. This is what it is like to fly.
Jan 28th
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.
Jan 26th
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...
Jan 26th
Jan 24th
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