you, reader

home and sick i booked up a new book and read the first poem in it.

you, reader by billy collins

and found this quote i liked:
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.”

- Sylvia Plath (via quotebook)

write

Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”

- Stephen King (via quotebook)

new

a new singer that i have fallen in love with:

books

Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books. Books make sense of life. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people’s lives, never your own - Julian Barnes via quote book.

in my head

today i wrote a poem.
and smiled at the end.
it has been so long.
today was a good day.

horrible, isn't it

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

- Neil Gaiman (The Kindly Ones)

via the quote book

the brain is a fascinating thing

not gonna lie

i am excited for this.

and i've been reading billy collins' 'ballistics'. i have fallen in love with many of the poems.

weird

“Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.”

- Bill Watterson

and my words....

i made it to lucky
13.
lucky 13 and 12 ago i
sat on a bench
looking at a grave
drawing it in my
newly opened yellow
journal.
i talked about getting here
not to 13
but to here
the different same place
the one i knew would be here
the one that felt so far away.

excited

“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of the day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”

- Sylvia Plath

can't say

run

Blink and you miss a sprint. The 10,000 meters is lap after lap of waiting. Theatrically, the mile is just the right length: beginning, middle, end, a story unfolding.
Sebastian Coe
(via here)

charles

(the charles, by me, taken 3-6-10)

The river shows no mercy
As it beats against the rocks
It knows no love, no guilt
It only knows survival
As it finds its way

from Gauri Gupta's The River, and I

bike

via ffffound.com

getting antsy
want to keep moving
maybe i'll buy
a yellow bike
and sing
yellow submarine
on a warm summer
afternoon.

broke

(via ffffound.com)

I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.
- Grey's Anatomy

and my word-thoughts:
but maybe the break was good
the pain searing through
cleared it up
released the poison
and let the good breathe
drip drop on the white floor
the red the old
the scar glistens and
somehow is more beautiful
more real than before

port

"I have often thought that the aim of port is to give you a good and durable hangover, so that during the next day you should be reminded of the splendid occasion the night before."
--George Mikes

good thing i chose to have port tonight then

happy bday to me