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Dec. 26th, 2009

Christmas Night

As I rode my bike away from the shelter, the volunteers standing at the gates were having their cigarettes in the cold. I rode away believing that something we had done inside tonight had in some way changed one man’s life. The bike ride home gave a glimpse of the river and a great big piece of the night sky. I felt alive somehow, thankful that I can put something back into this crazy mad capital city. It’s a city that can swallow a person alive, but can also catch someone falling and stop them being destroyed.

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Dec. 25th, 2009

firebomber

(no subject)

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Dec. 24th, 2009

aiko_outofsight

Are There Giants too?

Every day I think, I wonder and contemplate.
Does he think of me? I miss him so much, words cannot express how I feel. I would give up speech just to hold him, give up sight just to feel him in my arms. I feel like a part of me is gone. I miss him too. His rambles have started to form words and I've missed it. I know I left but can you still love me? Please say you can, because without you, I don't where I'd be. Merry Christmas boys, you are the only gifts I want.

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Dec. 22nd, 2009

theorangemonkey

(no subject)

After he missed his third deadline, Jackson’s publisher and editor conspired to send him off to the pleasure world of Orion Delta, on the fastest rocket ship they could find. There he could relax, sip cocktails, and enjoy life on the beach until the stress of genius had abated, and he could complete the remainder of his magnum opus. He hated it there. There were no terrifying storms, no dark, dreary nights, and his every desire was attended to before he could think of it. It was completely void of existential metaphors for the human condition. His novel remained unfinished.

Dec. 20th, 2009

theorangemonkey

Ask me about Frankie ...

( Behind a cut due to violence and general noir-ness... )

Tags: theme: ask me about

Dec. 19th, 2009

headinmyoven

(no subject)

‘I bet you a million black holes that the Earth will die,’ Mars turned to Pluto and grinned at the not-planet-planet.
‘You’re just mad because you are inhabitable,’ Earth flung back its ozone layer in that way that drove Mars mad.
‘Well...’ Pluto moved its orbit side to side, the outside of all these relationships. It is not even a planet.
‘You’re out of this solar system!’
‘Take that back!’
‘Calm down you guys...’ Pluto looked at Earth and Mars, and in his head he is the victor. Too bad he is not even a planet anymore, just a moon.

Dec. 18th, 2009

headinmyoven

(no subject)

I’m not in love with the boy next door. He sings the blues to his dog, mumbling over a cigarette that occasionally falls.
“AH FUCK,” it fell again.
He won’t work the courage up, but that’s alright. Maybe I’ll drop by, but he’ll just be singing the blues 10 o’clock sharp.
Is that him on the bus?
I saw him looking through the hedge while I was washing the dishes.
Have you seen my preteen stalker?
He repeats this line over and over, “Need I say my love’s misspent.” I hear him thumping his guitar, but he’s not singing anymore.

zombiedisco101

"lights and stars"

It's Christmas in the common. At night the naked canopies of trees seem to float with twinkling lights, buoyed by the darkness -- like a fairy tale come down to earthy-knuckled Boston.

We're at Zim's, at a table by the windows, mid-morning, the fairies are asleep. El just sat down. She has a red scrape decorating a cheekbone, an early present from her boyfriend, Frank.

We've been best friends since we were ten. She looks at me, then looks out the window and across the street, to empty benches in the snow.

"Ask me about something else," she finally says. "Please."

20091218 15:29 Fri (100 words)

Tags: theme: ask me about

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rubidium11

How do you help someone you did not even know needed help?

mood:

crushed

music: I will remember you by Sarah Mclachlan

Ask me about one of my closest friends who committed suicide five years ago tomorrow. Ask me how beautiful, intelligent, kind, cheerful and talented she was. Ask me how the sound of her laughter was. Ask me how her brown eyes would read me like an open book. Ask me about that fateful morning when I learnt about her death on the phone. Ask me how when sleep eludes me even today, I close my eyes and hear her sing The Lion Sleeps Tonight. Tell me what to do to get rid of this guilt that submerges me each time.

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hannah_limes

(no subject)

There is room beneath your bed for me.

Fingers twisted together, tight enough to break. Your breath is warm, your thoughts aren't your own. They ruined you, telling you to wait, to be careful, don't love. Keep that part of you to yourself, it's not for sharing.

You tell me with your head against my knees, the air between us keeping a secret of the most fragile words you've ever trusted someone with. We're hidden between blankets, tiled floor making my toes numb.

But we'll stay here forever, bodies pressed together. Watching people's feet as they pass by. Breathing again.

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Dec. 17th, 2009

saltshakerheart

(no subject)

music: travelling, swallowing, dramamine

ask me about that girl i used to know. i fucking dare you, ask me.

ask me about how i’ve wasted everything, how i’m so lost and stupid and so, so, always so stupid.

ask me about my melodramatics and my patheticness. ask me about her, why i bother, what i think about, when.

ask me about every last goddamn detail, about every moment, every day of my last six years. fucking ask. and stop making me feel so ashamed for falling in love and falling apart.

ask me about how i feel about seeing her tomorrow. just ask me.

Tags: theme: ask me about

kaptainsarcasm

ask me!

mood:

accomplished

Ask me about my sex change! Who are we kidding, you definitely want to know! There's nothing you can say that would offend me and nothing I haven't been asked before!

Ask me about my politics and my gender and my family.

Ask me about how long it took, how expensive it was, and ask me about shaving your face!

Ask me about my hair growth and my clit growth and my voice change, ask me about the expensive doctor who stuck a knife into my chest.

Ask me about my sex change—ask me something I've never been asked before.

Tags: theme: ask me about

zapbash

I'll tell you something...

Ask me about my life and where I’ll be next Summer, leave nothing to chance I’ll tell you all. Ask me why I re-trace my steps home every night and what waits for me there. Ask me about my music taste and why it’s not important to our story. Ask me why I like movies that leave me blank and I’ll show you one. Ask me why I want to draw for the rest of my life; I’ll paint you a picture. I’ll show you things you would never wish to see. Tell me about yourself for once, go on.

Tags: theme: ask me about

colorwhirl

Let me share, ja.

Ask me about my bad taste in music; maybe you'll learn about a band you never knew existed.

Ask me about my taste in off-beat vacations; maybe you'll find a great new get-away or island paradise.

Ask me about my reading strategies; maybe you'll find a new way to parse the library.

Ask me about my scarves; maybe you'll be inspired to go buy one.

Ask me about my sexual exploits; maybe you'll be inspired to try something new, if you know what I mean.

Ask me about my relationship with God; maybe you'll find a new dimension in an old relationship.

Tags: theme: ask me about

Dec. 16th, 2009

vampgyrl

Still born

Ask me about my son. Please? No one mentions him anymore. Christmas Day will be three months since he was stillborn. But he was, you know. Still. Born.

Ask me about loss and grief and postpartum depression. Ask me about the starfish urn on our dining room buffet. Ask me about comforting a ten year old who should be an older brother.

Ask me about preterm labor. I will tell you about both my sons; the signs I ignored. I will tell you that I want to be 39 weeks and done being pregnant. What I have now is despair.

Tags: theme: ask me about

Dec. 17th, 2009

firebomber

(no subject)

Ask me about the trajectory of real bullets and invisible guns.

Ask me about literature, books so highlighted they become mere modern art to anyone beyond the owner.

Ask me about geshes who love me down to my ignorant core and yet love me equally with the pond scum of the earth.

Ask me about the moments spent on balconies, crying over bowls of rice and dal or through cigarette smoke; ask me about laughter and girl-talk in the rain.

But don't ask me about myself. I am an assemblage of parts. I will never fully disassemble, and that's okay.

Tags: theme: ask me about

Dec. 16th, 2009

abrandnewsky

Ask me...

mood:

good

music: Paper Cuts - Future Primitive

Ask me about myself and I’ll clam up, tell you I’m boring, I’m simple, I’m easily amused. I won’t tell you that I actually think I’m pretty fantastic and a little complex.
Ask me about my past and I’ll tell you about the men I’ve dated, the one that I married and subsequently divorced.
Ask me about falling in love and I’ll tell you about music. I’ll list a million song lyrics, discuss the sound strings make in an acoustic song when the guitar player changes chords
Ask me indirect questions and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.

Tags: theme: ask me about

abrandnewsky

the scraps of an old memory

mood:

good

music: Dear and the Headlights - Telemarket Mishap

I've been thinking
of your hand
on my back
middle of winter
cold waking me from
heated feverish sleep
you were always the right temperature
warm when I needed it
cold when I was on fire

I’ve been thinking
of your smile
covered with your hand
a silly boyish habit
I displayed my crooked teeth with pride
Wished you’d do the same
But I wouldn’t remember fondly
If you had

I’ve been thinking
Of your eyes
Such an honest look
How mine falsely looked guilty
And how yours actually were
I should’ve known then
but then, we always were opposites

abrandnewsky

ella is the ocean

mood:

good

music: Horse Feathers - Falling Through the Roof

Ella dreams in hues of the sea
Foamy greens creep into her peripheral vision
She dreams of waves crashing over rocks
Shaping them into something more beautiful
Ella dreams of the middle of the ocean
Midnight blue swirling and cresting
She dreams of storms on the water
Midnight blacks and greys
water slipping below the ocean from above
Ella dreams of stormy seas
Exploding into magnificence unexpectedly
Two steps and she’s in over her head
Can’t figure out which way is up anymore
Ella finds calm in the storm
She feels weightless and alive
Sharks don’t exist in her sleep

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Dec. 14th, 2009

abrandnewsky

"my skin would turn into a song if I knew..."

music: Haunt While I Sleep - Right Away, Great Captain!

something about this particular one am

the fog hanging in the air

just down the road

where you and i existed together then

from my porch to the house across the street

the shape of things plays on my memory

in the glow of the streetlight

our ghosts dance the messy waltz

of the night we began to fall in love

we play like an old skipping record

not quite the same as I remember

a déjà vu

and my heart sinks at the memory

longs for that messy dance

as our ghosts laugh their airy laughs

pause and dissipate

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Syndicate

Dec. 26th, 2009

Christmas Night

Dec. 25th, 2009

(no subject)

Dec. 24th, 2009

Are There Giants too?

Dec. 22nd, 2009

(no subject)

Dec. 20th, 2009

Ask me about Frankie ...

Dec. 19th, 2009

(no subject)

Dec. 18th, 2009

(no subject)

"lights and stars"

How do you help someone you did not even know needed help?

(no subject)

Dec. 17th, 2009

(no subject)

ask me!

I'll tell you something...

Let me share, ja.

Dec. 16th, 2009

Still born

Dec. 17th, 2009

(no subject)

Dec. 16th, 2009

Ask me...

the scraps of an old memory

ella is the ocean

Dec. 14th, 2009

"my skin would turn into a song if I knew..."