January 2010
31 posts
Beirut / Le Moribond
J’ veux qu’on...
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants....”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (via oceanofmind)
Y despues de todo eso, que hacemos,
La niña tiene mi corazon, que voy hacer?
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B & G, YO!
It’s not about sports, neither is it about male chauvinism, because believe me I hate that shit. But, it’s about symbolism. It’s what they represent for the city, for the kids who live in shitty living conditions, of children with no fathers and single mothers, for the people who live in neighborhoods where the cops never come, for forty years of praying and yearning that the...
littlecartography asked: re: Promenade
'You’ll find someone,
because you know what they say, right?
“The universe provides.” '
Emmanuel, this last part gave me chills!
'You’ll find someone,
because you know what they say, right?
“The universe provides.” '
Emmanuel, this last part gave me chills!
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Promenade
We’re a hot mess.
The oak’s leering branches didn’t quite
catch all the rain drops. Loose morsels
caught themselves onto our clothing.
I wasn’t squinting because of the hour
or because I pretended the sun was out,
but because these ideas, once pregnant,
became without fruition. Detached and without
my footing on leverage. You’ll find someone,
because you know...
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum: A Novel) (via tai-sao) (via incessantlove)
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Abrasive, short. Olive.
I had your roses out of place.
Crimson waves against the backdrop
of a sunsetting on it’s sea.
Turbulent.
An azure calamity becoming tranquil.
The pride outlining your character was
purple and the pieces it broke into were
purple, but despite the narrowness of
your eyes, my own narrow mindedness
became tangled. The tattoos that faded
became your burden, the world as your throne....
“I just want to whip out my Katamari and roll up all the destruction in Haiti.”
“writing is just too private and quiet to provide the kind of outlet i need to...”
So, how does this work again? →
I feel as if I’m the accumulation of missed opportunities.
scraped knees
likelava:
i forgot the way the world spun the day i saw you. how you felt between my fingers on the first night. i can’t remember what you said, but i remember the way you said it. i can still feel your voice, warm and soft on my neck before the morning touched us with warm hands - first our lips, then our fingernails, until it found our thighs and we knew we couldn’t hide. and i loved you fast....
a reply of sorts
My heart showers over you with words that coated the banks of ancient rivers,
whose visage were eroded millennia ago,
creating a new path that these waters must traverse.
This internal ruby shines indigo, a veil, a nuance.
My mother is bared, her name behind chipped stone.
Ghosts.
The hard trees suffer against the clutching cold
as they catch ray after ray of our dear sun.
My blinds were...
Contemptuous Nightmare
hotlittlewhispers:
I dreamt of fire And drank a scream Ate the smoke And spit a sea A bloody flap of skin Stretched over Flesh and Bone and sin A quite request At your behest I began to sing The voice of an angel The face of a god The soul of a devil The heart of a dog
This is beautiful.
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I don’t know what came out. I don’t know about the frozen over oaks or the water pipes that keep bursting under my father’s home. I don’t understand why I don’t call you when I need you most, laying on a trail of humid blankets and a mountain of pillows. The broadening skies produce bone colored clouds covering the cities highest buildings hiding each and every...
“i want a girlfriend.”
– me (via measart)
I love this. I think I love it because I’m in the same boat.
We danced together, but only vicariously.
Hello, my name is Emmanuel Segura. I want it to have a soul. I want it to make you feel.
“It was an evening in which there was one of those moments when the situation...”
