Untitled – Poem

You’re up and you’re down

ever present and never there

a memory, my future

made too fragile by pain

and lies from trusted mouths.

Come back to me

to our present our future

our wandering bliss

yet to be discovered.

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House Appreciation Day, Ravenclaws – Harry Potter

Guys. I’m a Ravenclaw. And I’m proud.

I pause my regularly scheduled rubbish to bring you all things blue, bronze, eagley, smart, quirky, introverted, and awesome!

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Our colors are blue and bronze — not sure what those scarves with the silver are all about :/

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Motto:

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Our common room has the best view:

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We’ve got a reclusive ghost — Helena, the Grey Lady, protecting the diadem!

 

We’ve got Luna (that’s all that needs to be said about that!).

 

If Sherlock were sorted, he’d be a Ravenclaw, and so would Tolkien’s elves!

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Just a few more amazeballs Ravenclaw things:

 

Happy House Appreciation Day, Ravenclaws!!! May you be ever learned and odd!

A Letter to the World

Dear World_TK

New Music #amlistening #nowplaying

“A young Toronto-based producer plunders the riches of the animated science fiction classic Akira to create a sweeping sonic experience.”–NPR First Listen

http://www.npr.org/player/embed/470558333/470691205

Mind Fuckery – Poem(ish)

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Mind Fuckery 

Is nothing new!?

Is my idea, his idea, her idea, yours?

Time turns in perpetuity bringing old to new to old but always old.

My mom was her mom and her mom was her’s.

The first mom is my mom and I am yours.

One cell is then and that cell is now and all cells are us and we are forever.

And we were always.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Friendly reminder. Now go drink some Guinness!!!

Paddy not Patty

Tell Me On A Sunday – Poem

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Smudges of darkness surround emerald eyes.

Black tear tracks down cold cheeks.

Bruised lips.

Strangled heart.

 

Azure orbs open sudden-shock wide.

Muscled hands extend in supplication.

Dry lips.

Titanium heart.

****

Guetta hair and a half-cocked smile.

Boy-man exuding cheerful effervescence.

Eager, halting.

Awkward pauses break fits of giggles.

 

Eye crinkles extending to hairlines.

Shaking bellies of mirth.

Shared obsessions.

Fast friends.

 

Endless hours of amiable chatter.

Pieces of self revealed.

Taking and giving.

Souls compared.

 

Complacent Sundays of Whovian delight.

Concert-going with youthful abandon.

Comfortable routines.

Easy beings.

 

Hands flying in anger-charged air.

Decibals soaring from thin-lipped mouths.

Personalities struggle.

Dominance established.

 

Crackling air over a bed of eggshells, crushed.

Loud silences of unuttered truths.

Yearning, longing.

Pushing, pulling.

****

Smudges of darkness surround emerald eyes.

Black tear tracks down cold cheeks.

Bruised lips.

Strangled heart.

 

Azure orbs open sudden-shock wide.

Muscled hands extend in supplication.

Dry lips.

Titanium heart.