the wind comes over the rooftops. and the sun is pushing through cloudy skies. brushing away the gray, it comes in patches at first, then streaks until the sky is blue with wisps like trails and spots of breath floating.
i ought to be asleep in the park, but instead i’m here in my room on [...]
Author Archives: notquite
my heart brings out these hours
June 16, 2008 – 3:09 pm
hung up in the departing, the day slides giving way to dark and night. i sit staring out a window–it’s still the afternoon. this dark comes creeping through me in the sun. i may as well be sleeping.
all around me, the shades are drawn.
our roads are drawn
June 13, 2008 – 7:00 am
…in emo-hearts, and emo-lips pressed (as in) prayer.
we are all just waiting.
we talk about sex, in the classroom
June 11, 2008 – 8:07 pm
Beads of sweat collected at the small of her back. His fingertips traced over.
They both knew.
He shifted, trailing skin over skin and between–she moaned. For a moment, there was only breathlessness. He could taste her salt.
Still, they both knew.
the hours are longer that we forget
June 9, 2008 – 8:20 pm
and the days longer that we remember. our hearts are faded around the edges. like an old photograph, our eyes are staring at the blur and the indiscernible wondering at the thoughts that pass by or the signs we let go; overused like our imaginations. we were blind to the words that poured through, silently. [...]
so what if we were kids?
June 5, 2008 – 9:52 pm
it felt like so much more.
and we’re up in the early morning reminiscing.
…at least we talk like we always did.
the lights went out
June 2, 2008 – 8:38 pm
…as i watched. i was alone in the dark.
(i should be sleeping)
through the window, i saw nothing.
even the kitchen light went dark, and my eyes were passing over brick i could not…
…see–i was waiting while my music played.
i am the summer,
May 30, 2008 – 8:15 am
shining through your hair.
but you’re not here, and i’m miring myself in (the) rain–at least for now.
i’ll find it creeping through the spaces between buildings and cobblestones paved in light like the sun.
…these nights are burning.
we were drifting, across the atlantic
May 24, 2008 – 1:39 pm
…these thoughts come to me in lulls. i swallowed whole what i was thinking. it lingered on my lips for a time, but there was nowhere for it to go in the silence of tapping and crescendos as the day passed by outside in buzzing and voices carrying like ghosts drifting pass a blowing sunset. [...]