Posts Tagged: ‘listening’

esaltazione inalare

June 15, 2016 Posted by the writer

esaltazione inalare

ci siamo svegliati.
come il caffè nero;
Vivaldi’s estate.
quattro ore di sonno –
5am. toccare
con un solo sguardo.
promettente. senza parlare;
un bagliore arancione di mattina –
amore a prima vista;
dita aggrovigliate. gambe avvolte.
come abbiamo segreti
scambiati.
ogni
respiro perduto.

inhale elation

we. awakened.
like black coffee;
Vivaldi’s summer.
four hours sleep –
5am. touching.
with one look.
promising. without speaking;
an orange glow of morning –
first sight love;
fingers tangled. legs wrapped.
how we have
secrets. exchanged
with every
lost breath.

from brooklyn to italy

June 13, 2016 Posted by the writer

I’ve been vacant a few days. This has resulted in a couple of interesting things. I shook my boyfriend off once and for all. I tried to be upset, but I’m used to dumping boyfriends by now.

I’m not even sure if these people are boyfriends. Maybe they’re just lovers I briefly obsess over because I’m fond of the poetry it all bleeds. (more…)

terrible things

June 4, 2016 Posted by the writer

Namaste blah-g tribe

As much as I’ve been on-ing about my love life recently, terrible things started happening about four days ago.

IMG_3571First, a colleague I’m very fond of is moving on. I’m extremely proud this person found a new place to strut their writing talent, but I’ll miss seeing my friend every day.

Speaking of friends, I had a huge falling out with my best friend when he decided to contact one of my ex-boyfriends – why, I’m still uncertain. But it certainly pissed me off.

Furthermore, there are private, health-related family things I’ve been limping through for about a month or so.

I combined this with the way that my relationship is starting to feel like it’s “long distance”, and my mood for the past 80 hours or so has been harrowing. (more…)

when you love the hit

May 20, 2016 Posted by the writer

Well, another lover burned to the ground. This time, it was all over words.

IMG_3279When you are a born Writer, and like, have never done anything but process life in characters essentially since inception – you pay attention to what people say. Especially when you’re fucking them.

My boyfriend said three really shitty things in less than a seven day period.

And I snapped.

Blog tribe that’s been in my crew since this page started in 2009 know that I am a generally, relaxed and peaceful creature. Also, I will do anything for anyone. If you need something in my power to provide, have it. Just try not to rob me.

I feel like Brooklyn robbed me. It took me out of my life and put this gorgeous Italian man in front of me and literally took me for a ride.

I hate that.IMG_2923

When I was boohooing to my favorite sister yesterday over this, I made the additional claim that the best thing to me about any relationship is the Art it creates.

I’m not sure how true that is. I always say I’m in love with being in love, but I don’t reckon that is what recently occurred. I think I actually met someone I sincerely cared about, and once again was sent reeling.

When the last one and I first met, we talked about how neither of us could be hurt by the other, because we’ve both been fucked over so hard already – the encounter was already somewhat insignificant.

In any event, I spent five weeks in love with Anthony. And between you and I, it was honestly my favorite so far.

I’m grieving. I’m going to dye my hair silver today. Love to you, yours and ours blog tribe. Stay blessed. Even when the rest is impossible.

 

aspiring amore

May 10, 2016 Posted by the writer

aspiring amore

I was. Thinking in poetry again.
Green-blue constellation eyes. Staring. Back.
I inhaled now and stopped wishing for when.
I straightened my spine and felt my bones crack.
A bounce in my step and new aura glow;
Like there’s no longer a possible stop.
And never invention of the word no.
The expansion of my heart. Stomach drop.
What I didn’t say came out through my pores.
Sunlight showers washing my grey sky days.
Opening windows and taking down doors.
Reinvention of love, finding new ways.
His puzzle piece body completes my spread –
A hydrated desert. Appetite fed.

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