Friday, December 19, 2014

starring inevitability





"look," she says "there..." her voice cascades up an octave like a whispering melody. 

i follow the direction of her skinny arm to the cluster of 3 stars. 


Orion's Belt... as if it is her first time seeing it; the magic never fades for her. there's a slight grin painted on her face and it is a beautiful sight to behold. trust me.  


her eyes are buoyed to the sky and i watch her in sheer wonderment. 


"did you know..." she tapers off and takes a pull on her cigarette. (i love when she begins a thought with "did you know") 


"that Orion border's the Gemini constellation to the northeast?" 


she knows i am a Gemini, not that it matters. neither of us are into Astrology... it's just that she knows. i envision her reading about Orion's Belt and as her green eyes skim across that piece of information, they light up like electricity... she keeps it in her pocket and takes it out at precisely the right moment; while we are standing under a blanket of sky, her and i. 


why did she pick me to love like this?


we stand quiet, for dramatically stretched out moments, each lost in our own galaxies. the sky the color of burnt coffee. the peculiar December air kissing our exposed skin. i think of how she is the only human whom i could sit with in silence, for hours, yet feel as though i've just had the most incredible conversation.


she reaches for my hand just then, as if she can read my thoughts. 


she's good. 


it's milky smooth and friendly. i want to take charge of her body and encapsulate her with mine, but i hesitate... i can sense she is somewhere deep. so i resort to tangling my fingers within hers... 


so she knows i'm here. 



because, for her, that's enough. 



Wednesday, December 17, 2014

useless information





4 names people like to call you other than your real name:
1. Kay

2. Kayla Kadinglehoffer
3. Kale
4. Al

4 jobs you've had:
1. Hostess/Waitress
2. Nanny
3. Bank Teller
4. Daddy's girl 

4 movies you've seen more than once:
1. Into the Wild 
2. Pineapple Express
3. Dazed and Confused
4. You've Got Mail 

4 places you've lived:
1. Winchester

2. Woburn
3. Hampstead
4. Derry

4 places you've visited:
1. Dominican Republic
2. Puerto Rico
3. St. Maarten
4. St. Thomas

4 places you'd rather be right now: 
1. my bed

2. my couch
3. my downstairs couch
4. chicago

4 things you don't eat:
i will pretty much eat or at least try everything

the only exception being : ketchup. fuck ketchup.

4 of your favorite foods:
1. Pizza
2. Shrimp Scampi
3. Cereal, in general
4. Cheese, in general.

4 TV shows you watch:
1. Gilmore Girls 
2. Alaska the Last Frontier
3. House
4. Pretty Little Liars

4 things you're always saying:
1. "Fuck"
2. "ya know?"
3. "I feel like..."
4. "coffee time"





borrowed from this cool chick, alissa


Thursday, December 11, 2014

fireball




"Whiskey." she said, and it wasn't a fucking request.

"What'll it be?" the barkeep inquired, "Something off the shelf or from the well?" 

"Does it look like I give a goddamn?" she spat back at him.

Fumbling from pocket to pocket, she found a nearly empty pack of smokes and a matchbook now on its last legs. She knew better than to ask for permission, or an ashtray for that matter, it wasn't that kind of dive. 

To her surprise, her drink was delivered and the bartender didn't bat so much as an eyelash. Maybe  her face said everything he needed to know.

She ashed on the floor and took her first, of what was sure to be many shots that night. The whiskey bit and burned its way down her stomach. 

"Fuck..." she whispered under her breath. "You." her mind finished the sentence and she drained the glass.

Bartender boy was already pouring another, it was that kind of bar, it was that kind of night, and the whiskey was the only salve for this kind of wound. 



here

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

ghost girl





oftentimes i feel like the ghost of myself, haunting old places that used to hold meaning they no longer hold. i've been in the same place for so long now that the different eras of my life –different selves, are layered in a fine mist that builds up into a fog upon this town and glimpses of the past show through the cracks between the trees and houses like bits of old, peeling wallpaper; like falling autumn leaves. it's comfortable yet equally as oppressive. 

a car drives by at midnight, as i lie awake in bed and i wonder... where are they going? where have they been? 

white walls
white lights
white stars

and when i finally succumb to sleep, i have this reoccurring dream of a stranger with a familiar face. and the way he touches me is as if i am made of more than just skin. he tells me that the beautiful is always bizarre. and he is the only person i have ever encountered who seems to have the faintest idea of what i mean when i say a thing. 

and i wonder...

i feel so young but at the same time, unspeakably aged. when i am silent, i have a monstrous thunder hidden inside of me. i dream, i dream so vividly yet when i wake, everything is black.  i have to urge myself to notice when i am happy because i too often get caught in that sepia-colored gloom. i am paradoxically challenged. 

i remember the day i first realized i don't know who i am. it was spring, and the rain came down in sheets with a relentless fury. i guess some may call it an epiphany, i suppose it was something like that. because, it's a strange phenomena to suddenly become aware that you just have no idea who you are. this person you have been living with for the last 25 years is a fucking complete stranger. 

and i wonder...

because, it's been 609 days... and i don't know if i am any better off than i was on that gloomy day back in may? i am stuck in this philosophy where i know there is no God damn way of turning back – i know too much, reverting is not an option. but i have forgotten how to walk. my legs are made of clouds and i can't figure out how to progress... 

i am but a ghost in my own life. 


Tuesday, December 09, 2014

out my self









do you believe in heaven? i ask


and then his hands are in my hair
his whisper; husky in my ear
tangled together underneath
soft white cotton sheets 
while he's inside of me 
deep, uncharted territory
his fingers like a garage mechanic poet
wrenching dirty rhymes upon my skin
slicing me open
carving himself into my bones
he's a necromancer and
i am fumbling under his spell 
easy prey, caught in the impolite way 
his eyes possess me in unison with
every inch of his infiltration
and the beat builds, quickens 
until suddenly i am no longer
tension released, every cell is electricity
my mind is gone
not just quiet, but not there at all
enveloped in a void
freed of body through union of flesh
utterly breathless 


you are my heaven... he answers




Friday, December 05, 2014

breathing for tomorrow








it is three thirty in the morning
and each night i feel as though
i am unfurling my body
attempting to cork 
this inherent pendulum 
and what of all this writing
these words that flow through my blood
begging to be freed
are just another 
mode of delaying inevitability 
masquerading itself as art?
is it true?
how dangerous and dirty it is 
trying to wring out the cluttering
thoughts from my lungs 
as i exhale each night
before i fall asleep 
seeking to put aside 
the most needful ones 
in order to sustain myself
to be better... tomorrow...
to do as i always vow
to grasp onto only 
the most reposed vision 
of your face projecting 
its beautiful self
onto the inner walls of mind 
telling me to behold 
the vastness and density of a forest
with wind cascading gently
through my wild hair 
lulling me to sleep
i breath you in, you are more
vivid and brilliant to me
than any dream, but the clock
continually ticks as time
expresses itself in relative details
i count the months
days
minutes
until i will see you 
the next chapter
the next place
the next beautiful phase of my life
time will cease for no one 
so we must surrender to these moments
and make them ours 




Tuesday, December 02, 2014

...






if only i leave my scent 
to float through your mind
like a lingering perfume 

to be paradoxically iridescent;
an arcane creature
rather than an actual person

because –
i never wished to be definable


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

...










i have allowed you to see
my voice disintegrate before
i crumble into innumerable pieces
i have offered you the most
delicate corners of myself
to play with and protect
i have dusted away the layers of
uncertainty and self-loathing
in the diminutive chance of
being held with complete intention –

and i’d do it all over again;
but only with you





Wednesday, November 19, 2014

journal entry





laying on that bed, i felt as though my entire being  was flowing like the influx of the ocean. half aware by the pull of the tide, yet drifting off with each passing swell. short jolts of semi-consciousness would drown me in the feeling of utter hopelessness. and then just as swiftly with the waves, i was swept back into pure, black, nothingness again.

i remember waking to the sound of rain. at first, i felt like i was just a little girl, wide-eyed and curious, like i was all those years ago, half riddled with sleep after a night of terrors. i pulled the dark red sheet up to my chin and only then did i realize i was not in my own bed... shadows of tears stained my rosy cheeks... the smell of blood and abandonment filled the unfamiliar room.

back then, i didn't realize the ransom that night would hold over me for many years to come. i was but a girl, 14 years old – bourbon in a teacup, soul full of vinegar and glitter. but my woman was stolen from me in a haze of starry sky whiskey and a boy in a leather jacket.

i was so full to the brim in shame i couldn't face myself... i faded away behind a constant veil i draped before me... those sharp corners of my mind became desolate gardens planted with prickly rose bushes and intimidatingly vast meadows i never dared enter.  i would go on to make my own mistakes, plenty of them. each one seemingly worse than the last... but never would i allow another human to make one for me again. though, i wonder... if the stars were not so intoxicating that night... would i have never fallen in love with the moon?

now as i enter a chapter of my life where i am ready to explore the depths of myself, i find it still scares me to death to scratch my pale skin on the stone walls of my mind. when will i stop being frightened? when will the acquaintance with old ghosts stop agonizing me? where do i find the strength to voyage beyond the shadows of my mind and straight into the fucking abyss of it?


photo : tumblr.

Friday, November 14, 2014

just cause you're clean don't mean you don't miss it










and it seeps; greedily deep
my blood is a boiling aqueduct
when suddenly i am flowing
free like the Caspian Sea
my edges are soft — lips numb
i'm spinning around in circles
like i did as a kid, wide eyed
rosy cheeked, heart beating wildly
there's nothing like not knowing
your own limbs each step an adventure
warm belly and cloudless melancholia
floating from thought to quiet thought
in a world of black and white
i feel like i am screaming in color
i'm like a junkie for this novelty
but what i want is his hands in my hair
not even this can dissipate the thought
of his fingerprints everywhere
i'm afraid i've gone mad
cause i found wonderland in his eyes
and now i am lost there




photo : tumblr.









Tuesday, November 11, 2014

brooding



a friend of mine asked me today "who are you, what makes you... you?" 

it surprises, and intrigues me, these kinds of questions. the ones where i have to kinda step back for a moment and think about the answer instead of just blurting something inconsequential out. i thought for a minute and i told her that if i was being honest, i don't really know who i am... but i'm beginning to, and i like her... she scares me yet excites me all at once. but getting to know myself has been and will continue to be an adventure that, i think, will be ever-present. 

after the conversation spilled into other topics and things got quiet again, i really began to mull it over.

 who am i? 

i have been struggling with this question for a very long time. 

these past few months have worn me out. once the frenzy of summer is over and the beautiful commotion we all make of October has expired... i am left with a lesser known November, callous and barren. the layers begin to peel away to reveal the bones that have been there all along but i habitually tend to cover up. 

i'm trying very hard to confront myself. to look at my heart and my face and my body and love her as i would love a friend. i see she is ruthlessly fidgety and hopelessly foolish. but i am working to sit and find beauty in what i can no longer hide. pondering the things i both love and hate about myself. she's unpredictable and stubborn. fierce and fiery... but really, at the end of the day, she's all i've got. so rather than lamenting over these things, i want to begin to look at her, to study these layers without flinching – without turning away. i want to be able to sit with myself, free of distractions and penetrate every facet that has been carved out these last 27 years... 

but, do you think that one can ever be entirely comfortable with oneself? 



Friday, November 07, 2014

i tried to love you less. i couldn't.





 


i'm burning, my dear –
in the decadent flame of my existence 
 in the fury of choices i made
and my fingers tremble with uncertainty
yet my heart remains steady
pulsing gently at every thought of you
for you are the dawn i am chasing
after all these days of darkness 



Monday, November 03, 2014

this morning, having coffee












eastward, the sun arises painting my view 
with the colors of fiery hell – emerald and caramel
the sky phosphorescent, a deep cerulean blue 
frothy cirrus spilling from the horizon 
unto the dawn of the day, seething gray
a precursor for what is yet to come 
please stay with me; take my hand
for our love is an eternal storm 
 and i'm so damn tired
of suffering alone




photo : mine





Tuesday, October 28, 2014

a thousand lifetimes ago






journal entry april 4

it happened. i was just sitting here on the couch, wearing my light pink tank top and listening to Phillip Phillips, minding my own god damn business. if i'm being honest, i felt it happening the last few days. this burning desire, a ball of fire lodged underneath my rib-cage... a profound pressure building. every touch, every sound.... my skin is made of electricity, pulsing in massive waves of static. i jump easily, but i smile easier at the same time. he says "hey beautiful" and i'm grinning, panting, utterly breathless for every single word that comes dancing from his lips. because everything he says to me is meaningful... and all i can think is... why? why on gods earth did he pick me?




..................................




"what are we gonna do when we're completely used to talking to one another all day every day? although, i think i already am.  i miss you every night before i let you go, and then i missed you this morning until you let me know it was ok...

i go to work and i'm thinking of you.   you would think doing this job in between talking to you might occupy my mind with something else but its unsuccessful. you've already taken me over.  you could pretty much ask me to do anything for you right now and i would.

my body has been numb for days because the tingling doesn't stop and my heart is off the charts.

my head is in the clouds, and not only from the marijuana smoke, but from the buzz you've given me all over.  the one you're feeling now.

can i continue?  i'm on a roll..

i want to infuse my poetry into your soul just to know what it feels like to be one with an angel.


nothing you do is going to peel me away from you, you've got me.

you've got me, baby,  i'm helplessly in love with everything about you and i don't regret saying it. and i don't regret letting it happen.

you are utterly amazing."










Friday, October 24, 2014

hollowness




"you should have seen what she was wearing the other day."

"yeah, she's just wicked weird, did you see that picture she posted?"



i'm sitting on a high stool, one leg tucked underneath me, my back against the wall. sipping on quite the splendid glass of pinot noir – just listening, observing this idle talk. i swirl the crimson liquid in the glass like my mother taught me, and watch as the thin legs of the wine creep down the side of it. lost more in my own thought than this mundane talk. but i have a sudden urge to speak something and perhaps it's the wine but i do.

"isn't this all kind of frivolous?" i don't divert my eyes, i look at each of them.

one chuckles and asks what the word means. another looks blank-eyed back at me. the other one makes a harmless yet snide remark about me. "how do you know these words?" in the tenor of someone who feels threatened. not by someone who is intrigued. assholes. 

"i read." that's all i say.

 they brush me off. which, i have come to accept as a gift rather than punishment at this point. i just smile and nod my head almost as if to say "yeah, i'll shut up now." yet inside i am screeching! but, it's futile... i hold onto it, but let it go. 

there are times, and this has been occurring more often than not, when i sit in my head and i cannot, for the life of me, fathom why these are the kinds of people i associate myself with.

please do not misinterpret. i do not think i am smarter than anyone simply because i may have a more diverse vocabulary. nor do i think i am a better person because i choose not to participate in simple-minded gossip. i do however  feel compelled to have thoughtful conversations. i am an intellectual for fucks sake... and i shouldn't feel abashed by that.... because, god damn, i am proud of my intelligence – i earned it. 

let's talk about life, lets talk about death, literature, art, music, poetry, film. give me the ingredients to what makes your heart come to life, tell me how you want to leave your mark on this world. lets discuss religion and ideas of the afterlife, of this world, tell me what your stance is on anything with relevance. and sure, lets drink wine and giggle and be the silly girls we always will be – but hell, give me substance. give me more than empty words and shallow thought-processes. 

i need more, is that too much to ask? 

i'm beginning to think it is.






Monday, October 20, 2014

because, you are lovely







i thought if i painted you
with vicious words
the venom would
muddle my memory of
how gentle you truly are

but rather than hating you,
i only come to realize
how damn hopeless
it is to do so







Monday, October 13, 2014

since that night on my couch








and so
i lick my fingers and turn the page
forbidding myself from thinking about
how the color of the moon
reminds me of how long it has been
since i have held in my hands
a heart that was not
my own





photo : tumblr.

Friday, October 10, 2014

and then you came






i taste like midnight and bergamot
ok no, more like booze and perhaps a little pot
you taste like coffee and the phases of the moon
and so i lick my lips when the sky turns maroon

and i kick against clean sheets and rush through hushed trees
past vanilla flavored houses where no one dares to speak
where lovers sell each other their phony lies
and the night marquee is their singular disguise

what i want is the desolation of the night
what i really want is a rare and lovely life




photo : tumblr.



Wednesday, October 01, 2014

the others




it started with your lips
just your lips
and then your eyes
those god damn eyes 
will fuck me eternally 

then came the nights
where we disappeared
within the darkness of one another
out of mind, out of touch
a mosaic of truth

but now you lock yourself
behind doors of a cold room alone
and you tell yourself
you're creating something
worth my wasted while

and your pen ink drips
down your fingertips like blood
using metaphors for your mother
in a desperate attempt to
cipher a canvas of abstract art

you can whisper words and write similes
but there aren't enough for me—
a sullen paradox of a girl
you cannot fathom all the pain
that lives beneath my rib-cage
but you say it's your skin 
you must live in...

still, when did you stop being you
and become one of them?