this reminds me of some shit danny would do to make fun of me haha
I really wish my room mates would stop fucking. God damnit. I really don’t want to live with a couple. FML
i hate you all right now.
I don’t know how to let go
of people and places,
that hold my heart or held my hand.
They float in the corners of my mind,
like cobwebs in an unkempt apartment.
They beg me to call and remind me
why I can’t.
The past I have built and destroyed,
or simply let float away,
crash back in waves caused by bulldozers
tumbling the bricks
to the sea.
You and me
You are many people
people I used to know
people I still love.
Nights like this,
when the rain in taping
the wind is screaming
reminders of you.
I miss you.
I had a few glass candle lids from jar candles laying around and as I was cleaning my room I discovered that they would make great shadow boxes. The smallones are limited to about one or two small items but they are easily hung on the wall with just a tack. Leave the plastic part that is supposed to seal the candle on the lid, stick a push pin in the wall and slide the plastic part between the wall and pin. They are small enough to be supported by only one pin and sit flush with the wall. They can be decorated on the outside with some paint. The rounded lids act as magnifiers for whatever you have inside. I put a beehive in one. A charm in another, and a piece of polished iron from my first pour in the other. Great way to add an interesting and elegant decoration. Enjoy!
I will post a picture when I get one!
In honor of a great poet and teacher, David Elliot. Thank you!
“And if you’ve ever had a teacher that taught you poetry in any real way, that would have been, probably, the most profound class or experience that you had, but very few people are afforded that extraordinary delight of having a great teacher. Most of us have to suffer the mediocrity of passionless people teach words that emanated from the hearts of deeply passionate people. Because what poetry is about is passion, and what’s forbidden in the modern world is passion. It’s actually forbidden; you can’t be passionate about anything. And woe unto you if you are passionate!”
– Hamza Yusuf, What Happened to Poetry (Speech)
soooon I will be listening to this man live!! I can not wait!!!1
Self Portrait I’ve been working on. Any criticism is welcomed and appreciated!
I really want to punch my room mate in the face. She needs to back the fuck off!!!
iwillexplainmy crazy insane reasons for this later. maybe.