it's love.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
favourite poems, #1
There’ll always be the floating end of nights
which started off inside the grumbling car
and rolled towards the city. At the lights
you’d see your dreams all shrunk up as a scar
you’d never seen before. There, on your hand.
- A fleck, a flaw still biting at the skin
which bled each time you sold out what you’d planned
and told yourself that somehow you’d still win.
You’re half-surprised, that compromise should show
itself so boldly against your tightening fist
but still there’s nothing that you didn’t know
life’s just a string of chances, each one missed.
The light has turned to green, your right foot falls
your car your life, exhausted, coughs and stalls.
L. Perera
which started off inside the grumbling car
and rolled towards the city. At the lights
you’d see your dreams all shrunk up as a scar
you’d never seen before. There, on your hand.
- A fleck, a flaw still biting at the skin
which bled each time you sold out what you’d planned
and told yourself that somehow you’d still win.
You’re half-surprised, that compromise should show
itself so boldly against your tightening fist
but still there’s nothing that you didn’t know
life’s just a string of chances, each one missed.
The light has turned to green, your right foot falls
your car your life, exhausted, coughs and stalls.
L. Perera
Monday, February 2, 2009
be still my beating heart
i want every single one of these.
the first pair are my favourites, but i shall probably only purchase the blue sequins & either the second or last pair.
yum.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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