February 2012
7 posts
There is hate in these eyes tonight,
Bitter despise for the person I have allowed myself to become.
What will happen to my poor poor heart if I live like this?
I am starving to death and I am weak,
Kicked when I am down, spit on.
Listen, you never listen.
30% was the answer.
It is lonely here tonight. No matter how much happy music I play or how many celexas I take, I just cant seem to shake this feeling. He is absent lately, on edge, distant. He sleeps while I speak, always. Do you remember how happy we were in the winter? How happy I was, with piggy back rides and roses? Now it is deserts and deserts and deserts and deserts.
Scars often fade from crimson to blush,
Opaque reminders of endurance, exhaustion.
The wounds are scratched open now,
Salt, tears poured in. Words haunt these cells,
Memories fade to gray, fade away,
All that is left is blackened blush.
Rip me open, see if I bleed the same crimson wine
As I use to back when my lips weren’t chapped
And these locks were trimmed and uneven.
The bed sheets and...
January 2012
3 posts
Reblog if you want (1) creepy compliment.
Distance… wait…
we are five thousand miles in between
promises and breaths you breathe
torn up shirts and torn up sheets
a secret that we never keep.
sleep now… wait….
the sun is always late to rise,
hands bound up in satin ties,
pillows muffle somber sighs,
we find poetry in curves and lines,
quiet still… wait…
I turn your head to face my skin,
inhale exhale...
Sleep shh sleep,
Don’t wake up until morning.
December 2011
1 post
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November 2011
11 posts
I am getting married today.
I'm marrying the love of my life in two days.
I'm marrying the love of my life in six days.
“I can’t just punch something. i have to be admitted to the hospital.
so...”
October 2011
7 posts
I guess business isn't business.
So. About 2 months ago, my former wedding photographer threatened to charge us another 100 dollars if we didn’t have half down by September 19th. Understandable, I suppose, for a very in demand photographer with tons of people wanting to book her, standing in a 5 mile long line, right? Well, that’s not this girl.
Her photography is, at best, mediocre. We were only getting her because...
I hate how people can take average pictures, then...
Not that I’m anything exceptional, but seriously. You go and buy an expensive camera, read the manual on how to work it, and shoot some well-aimed (and that is all, just well-aimed) photographs, and then throw some ugly 1960’s themed overlay on it - which you probably just downloaded…- and then you come up with some stupid name for your stupid photography business, and overcharge...
Matt Hawthorne Is A Myth: I wasn’t really in a... →
matthawthorneisamyth:
I wasn’t really in a good place
Had some dirt on my sweater
Greasy teeth bones and blood in my mouth This is a fantastic mess we’re in
(It’s all my fault)
Chasing after your slippery skin
(It’s all my fault) What kind of man takes it all
Cold coffee and tobacco eyes
I think I’ve got it…
SOOOOO....
Do any of you glorious tumblr followers live in Boston or New York? If you answered yes to the above question… Can me and Michael sleep on your couch next week?
September 2011
9 posts
5 tags
“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I...”
– Frankenstein, Mary Shelley (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
If anyone needs a website to promote themselves,...
I’m dabbling in freelance webdesign again. I’m cheap. :)
Yesterday, we went to the seaside, but the ocean had gone on holiday, and took the snails along with her. As it turns out, though, the crickets and the grasshoppers were left behind, and they make tremendous company. And so it was, that we sat, smoking cigars and drinking watermelon wine, until we all got dizzy and had to go home.
The sky is grey here today, in more ways than one, and the raindrops that fall from the leaves remind me of yesterday, when the wind blew all the buckets over and trapped the chickens in tree branches and butterfly nets while they sang, as all chickens do. I want to dry my dresses on drying racks in the greenhouse, so when I go home, I smell like Maine forever, and I’ll somehow preserve the...
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It's Too Quiet.
Without your voice, it’s too quiet, only my thoughts can resonate in these walls. The cauldron is boiling over and the carrots are too hard, and you’re upstairs, because it’s too quiet. You had a dream that I was speaking to a pile of clothes, a ghost inside them, while you watched. And then you said you were too afraid to tell me, because you knew the terror would haunt me. Is...
To The Side.
Am I content or just used to cardboard boxes, lined with photographs and paper maps that tell secrets of the west? Have I forgotten what it’s like to lie face down inside tall green grass that sways to the side when the wind sings us lullabies? The hen house is filthy and I can’t recall that last time you called me “Darling”, and the bottle of asprin is empty and so is my...
All Fall Down.
And it’s been forever since we fell into that ocean, arms toward the sky and feet tangled in seaweed. I used to wear seashells in my hair when I was a child, wrapped clams in sea grass and twine. Do you remember when my hair was soaking wet, how it used to be straight and now it’s a mess of pumpkin seeds and star light and spiderwebs? Let’s wrap our arms together and sing,...
August 2011
3 posts
AAAAaaaandd...
Michael and I are now living in Maine until further notice. The flight was short, uncomfortable, and the grumpy flight attendant sounded a little drunk. (Sorry if it was just a speech impediment….) New posts on the adventure journal should be expected within the week. I love you all, Katee
To The Wall.
I’ll push you to the wall, on the verge of breaking through, fingers pressed to cement, paint. Scream for your life, your words are all that can save you now, numb and broken, lying here against me. Speak and I’ll spare you, silence does nothing. Hold my hands and tell me you love me, if you love me, if you still love me even with all my strength pressed into you, through you, passed...
I fear getting old.
Kathleen: What... what the hell are these!?
Donna: Kathleen, those are your pants.
July 2011
12 posts
Sometimes the sun feel so warm on my skin that I forget that I am human. I feel like I am more-so just part of the atmosphere, the air. When I breathe it reminds me of how tangible I am, how solid. Most of the time I feel like dust.
I try to be a Christian. Really, I do. It's hard...
I have met three consistent Christians in my entire life. Two of them are my parents.
Veea Da Qui: .4 →
veeadaqui:
Sometimes it feels like the closer you get to the shore, the stronger the waves get, creating a whirlpool that sucks you under, gets you off track, tires you out. Michael lost his job last week. We can’t afford the wedding. We’ve officially postponed it to November 19, our original chosen date….
Update.
Michael and I are postponing the wedding, because he lost his job and we can’t afford it. But it’s okay. Rest assured. :) We are moving to November 19th, after we move home from Maine. Then… We’re moving to PHOENIX on December 28th! xD
This is not poetry.
But I have to share. I AM GETTING TWO BEAUTIFUL GIANT BLACK LABS ON MONDAY. :) Yay!
So Much Behind.
Everything was quiet, so quiet in her head, images, and only images, of loosening teeth, blood dripping into ceramic. Apparitions threatening sanity crept, one around every corner, she cannot see anymore. Flash once, she is awake now, but the woman in the dream will never wake up, and she’s left so much behind.