March 2010
15 posts
The Bridge
A man who jumped off of the Golden Gate Bridge had left a suicide note that said;
“I’m going to walk to the bridge, if one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”
After reading this last night, I felt like so much life had been sucked out of me. I was completely haunted by the feeling of walking to my own death, just waiting for a smile to pull me back from the...
Veg-e-what?
Rocking this Vegetarian thing for 4 months now and nothing in life tempts me like Chinese food. Sweet lord, and it tempts me something fierce! I’ve been craving this for months. But nope, brown rice and steamed veggies for this poser. Take out ordered left and right, and I just stare and inhale the aroma as deeply as possible. Bitches. You just had to order the love of my appetite.
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When I've made it
No matter how many ambitions I have in life, how many dreams and desires. It’s the simplicity of a moment like this. I’ll know I’ve made it in life, when I walk into the back garden of my own home and lie in a hammock under my favorite shady tree. Letting myself wander helplessly into another world within the pages of a book.
I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin...
Run 3 A.M
I don’t want to press play tonight, so I don’t. I just listen to my breath, as I breathe in and out, in and out. I hear the breeze whisper through the trees. I hear my feet hit the concrete, steady. Unlike my heart beat, racing to get ahead. When it hurts too much to take another step, I take 10. Hands now on my knees, trying to catch the melody of a breath escaping me. I reach those...
Phone sex gone literal
Pretty sure that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.
This reminds me of ...
Love & being broke. Damn you Jimmy Choo. For your ridiculously cute and well-made, retarded expensive $1300 shoes and $1095 handbag. I’ll drool about this and throw on some $40 Chuck Taylors
My head was made for you, come to me now!
You have to be one of the most darling hats i’ve ever seen. A thousand sonnets ran through my mind with a single glance. You had me at, “Small, Medium or Large?”
Nintendo Kid
I’m from the era of Nintendo. Old school, I’m talking like back to the 80’s with duck hunt and the original Super Mario Bros. But man, when Super Nintendo came out, that was my shit!
Kids these days with their psp’s, and ps3’s and 360’s, wearing headsets shit talking to each other. Not one who could step to me on this thing.
Mario Kart champion, Super...
Ars Gratia Artis
“Forever & A Day” -Tim Cantor
My friend and I were roaming around the Gaslamp district in downtown San Diego on a Friday night. After making our way from one gallery opening to the next, we found ourselves once again stopped in our tracks gazing into the window of a showroom we had always wanted to see.
Like two wide-eyed children staring into a toy store window, we just stood...
Baby, did you forget to take your meds?
Sometimes I feel like I should be on medication, but I probably wouldn’t be as “interesting” if I was.
What a Sky
At the end of every night when I come home, before going inside …
I find myself completely captivated by the sky. A sky so breath takingly beautiful & bewitching. I’ll lean against my car for what seems like a moment in time that stretches infinitely. I take a deep breath, & I let it go with a smile & a whisper of the only word my lips can bare, “wow.”
Brilliant, I say!
When I was about 10 or 11, I used to print my own newspaper and pass it out to my neighbors. It was called “Un-Cut.” A collection of poems and short stories I had written, about drugs and suicide, dreams and broken families. You write what you know. That’s what I knew.
Probably rather embarrassing to my parents to have such a creatively disturbed child passing out all of our...
Portrait of a dying Woman
In this painting: Lisa Walters.
The woman who inspired the artist in me. She taught me in the short time she was with us, to always be who I am. And to never stop trying to figure out who that is. She nurtured my dreams while the world laughed. I have never been more blessed and grateful for another person.
Cancer 1994
Beautiful You
The sweetest flowers bloom the air of spring, like your breath against my skin, blooms my heart. I’ve dreamed of you since I was a little girl. Dreams once so vibrant and intoxicating, surrender dull in the presence of your beauty. You are so beautiful it hurts. I’ve loved you more in a single moment than a million suns have warmed the sands of time. You have plagued me deeper than...
