Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Spazio Ragazza



They all stare. the glare.
not of death but of disbelief
as to what they've seen.
She's an alien. An abnormally sacred antipodal
out of place
and never from the actual womb to which she came.
oh but that face.

Please come back down
to stay with us for awhile.
Awkward orbit girl.
to only leave again.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011



Am I a bad person because I left you so
out in the cold with your rain boots on?
My old love, my burning flame.
Is it the days that pass away that get you down?
Always crowded around the company of others.
The talk of the town in many ways.
That flameless shame of things
that could have been but died out too soon-
like a candle lit and licked in the month of September
Was it I who licked the candle or you?

Saturday, September 24, 2011



We've been so afraid to lose that trying becomes wearisome, but once done
become
the most profound way to feel free again. I want that feeling.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011




Life aint easy when there's things to be lost
you take it as it comes
you bite it in the arse
"Well, this is just life" they say and sway
we hope it'll get better soon one day

Friday, September 16, 2011

ventidue






Birthday Birthday. I've made it another year!
These pictures are from LAST birthday, which turning 21 is always a little more exciting than turning 22, but the night is still young and so am I.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

sette, settembre: Mi Amore

I need to know you are okay (if at all) mi amore
on this very 7th settembre day
so I can gently close my eyes tonight
and make dreams of our forgotten waves
(of our yesterdays)

"I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp, I live life like the captain of a sinking ship"


"I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
So give me some light, a little love and some liquid
Im gonna creep through the night
And put a plug in the spigot
And when the water grows
And the dam starts to overflow
Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly"
- a t m o s p h e r e