June 2012
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“He was supposed to
feel something, but his poor heart
felt nothing, nothing.”
– a haiku about a boy, unrequited
May 2012
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you've come this way before
i’ve traced your veins, only with my eyes and i’ve sung delicately, waywardly would you plant carousel kisses on me? you carry the ocean in your eyes and the north wind laces your bones
i like your songful, trembling hands and chai tea from that street cafe i collect dreams in glass jars and tremulous feelings
red and khaki dimples and regrets share with me honey breaths and the...
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“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
– The Princess Bride, William Goldman (via larmoyante)
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poignancies on May 12
shapely silhouettes
secrets of the morning moon
bruises on pale skin
fragile gazes by the greens
yearnings for tenderness
April 2012
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lately
i’ve been wish-making quite ardently, because nothing good ever happens to me (how sad).
i’ve been falling quite carelessly, for eyes that sparkle and chests that pound (how lovely).
i hope May plants bluebells in all of its days; i wish to bloom, too.
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[[MORE]]the folly of having a sensitive heart is that unfamiliar words and unforeseen gestures further depress you. it is a strange, uneventful thing, when darkness fills the empty glasses around you and you, taking heed from nothing in particular, sink deeper and deeper, drowning in melancholy until there is no place (in your nostalgic mind) left to wander.
March 2012
13 posts
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“I hope I will win
sometime, and feel sweet triumph
against my bosom.”
– a haiku for untouched dandelions
February 2012
11 posts
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“Yes, yes,” said the Beast, “my heart is good, but still I am a monster.” “Among...”
– Beauty and the Beast, Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont
Watchfloating flowers
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“I’m sorry I can’t
be lovely and delightful
all the time for you.”
– an honest haiku
January 2012
8 posts
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i feel like the sails of months past are flitting in the wind, uncontrollably, beseeching me to a destination i don’t have the courage to go to. i am overly nervous for i have dust for brains (mine does lie a corpse now) and i possess such a sorry state of mind. but my heart is cloudy-eyed and young, peering into not so much a darkness but a pristine and untouched territory from behind...
“Four dreamy figures,
but the one with the ice-cream
made my heart flutter.”
– a dreamy, creamy haiku
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December 2011
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a brand new start
hindsight: i’ve said and done some regrettable things, wrangled silently in perilous tug-of-wars and in exchange for painstaking efforts to impress myself, i gave up my ability to feel. days and days ago i saw my near future spelt out in letters and numbers before me and my heart pumped faster and faster until my neck veins engorged with thankfulness and then lightened to a feathery state of...