eye of the storm.
i am creating a visual tornado
a box of letters
(unsent)
i am clinging to ink
fingers that still have the imprint
of your ring
(maybe it is time to let go)
my skin is screaming at you
thirty lashings and i
still come back for more
she was the ghost of the fire escape
made friends with invisible entities
(you never listened to the words
that fell off the page)
fistfuls of hair screaming that you love me
your skin is cracking off in chunks
(bones the colour of cheap cocaine)
in a few hours the sun will be up
roaring red, sailors take warning
gutters purging great rolls of grey smoke into the streets
(slow grey lullabye)
music glowing warm and red in the pit
of my starry destroyed spine, belly pressed against yours.
(dreams spinning in your throat)
flashing techno wrists thrown skyward and tangled
end of the night: whipcracked and spun, dangling
at the end of a destroyed spine
(bleeding and twitching)
morning: i am nothing but a sweat-soaked
indent in your sheets, smears of
glitter and blood
(someday my belly will be big & fat
& ill have something to love)
words are not coming easy and i often find mysel thieving lines, before backspacing and shaking my head, tut-tutting and moving on. things are as usual, work in abundance, the boy is wonderful, home life could be much better but what can you expect when friendships fall apart? i have recently become the brisbane theatre editor for http://www.vibewire.net which is wonderfully exciting. i am currently recruiting brisbane writers and it makes me feel partially fulfilled.
i am also currently addicted to ‘televators’ by the mars volta. i suggest you download it. it has been on repeat for the past four days. i cannot get enough of it. be ready for goosebumps.
otherwise, assignments must be done, i am reading of the marquis de sade and i cannot express how happy that makes me. back to the books. xo;
“morning: i am nothing but a sweat-soaked indent in your sheets, smears of glitter and blood” beautifully executed.
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re: ack. i am most horrible. yes. i got your email. i forgot that i did not reply to it. eek. i promise i am not dead. i will do that first thing when i get home from work today. sorry to have neglected you hon. and yes, televators is one of my favorite songs. i got goosebumps as well the first time i listened to it. take care darling. i will email you this afternoon. ;;
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oh- oh oh. You’re so divine.that was absolutely breathtaking. Brisbane theatre editor? Sounds absolutely exciting,I’m both jealous and completelyhappy for you Kim dear.the mars volta. <3 ryn; I will definetly take your word on,the movie suggestion*stops for a moment to scribble it down.*Snatch is on my list of movies tosee some time in the future.<3 Colby.
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i am listening to televators. it’s one of my favourites. i’m seeing the mars volta in november. they are truly amazing. it’s been far too long since i’ve written anything. like you, words aren’t coming easily. your writing is still as wonderfull as ever – less of the tut-tutting, i think. <333
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I love it when people say they are having a hard time writing.. and end up writing something completely fabulous. I adore this. Cheers,
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your words are beautiful as ever.home life can be a struggle,but i’ve found living by myself is a struggle too.no win situation.xxx
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ooo yes good song. congrats on the editing position! xx.
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if I am beauty, my lady, you must be beyond words. you’ve always had this way with words that commanded attention. that commanded us to get on our knees, and just read. you’re are Passion, my lady, wrapped up in genius and sprinkled with exquisiteness. love. love. love,
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minus the ‘are’. =)
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i love that mars volta song. so much.& i love how your words form a patternin my brain.xx.
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when i read your beautiful words i forget to breathe. you are simply awesome. x
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Congrats, honey! I always imagined you doing something like that. You’re far too good at it. By the way, I think this is amazing. Your writing always makes me think that you should be living in the 50s in France. Sound stupid? Haha, sorry. Love you so much xoxo
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i adore the mars volta. never heard that song, i’ll have to get a-downloading. lovely entry. brisbane…i’d like to go there one day.
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I wish I could write like you do When words come hard to me. -Sinless Silhouette
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please tell me how you are so wonderful. this was pure talent & beauty. i am in awe of this; <3
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If people spoke like this, wouldn’t physical beauty be irrelevant? I would fall in love with anyone who spoke like this to me, man or woman, old or young. Love at first sight would become love at first whisper. Isn’t that a more eloquent way of putting it anyway? Thank you for your note. xxx
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xox
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Most excellent! I got goosebumps, even without mars volta. thank you
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I think they might be doing a European and Austrailian tour after this. I’m not really sure. You can always chek their page and find out.I’m sorry I can’t take you with me.
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i liked the imprint of a ring on the finger and in the bed…you have such a unique way of description
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sending all those undelivered letters was one of the best decisions of my life.i’m so glad life is going well for you. :)laura
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it’s always hard when friendships fall apart. i am experiencing my fair share of it as well.
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Always a gentleman…you know, there was something I wanted to say to you…from another note…I’ll have to look that up…maybe it was the “audio” thing…I don’t have any more of those, I think. But, send me an email and I’ll dig up what I can. Proper procedure for reading a Beattie piece: Take narcotics twenty minutes before reading. When they kick in, light up a smoke and drink a martini.
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Then, crumble up what I’ve written, set it on fire with the stub of the cigarette, put on a fancy dress and go out for the night. At least, that’s what I do. You remember the email, correct?
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massive hugs i love this its amazing take care xx
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ryn; yeah, it’s a wonderful thing indeed.i was so scared when i felt a rift inour friendship. she’s absolutely my -best- friend.it was a surprising, but very well timed assurance.I needed it in a sense.I will watch Snatch, definetly.*jots it down on her movie list.*So many movies to watch… <3 colby.
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ryn; …i’ve missed my poetry, too. that’s the first poem-ish thing i’ve written in …goodness. months, probably. which is why it wasn’t all that great, but oh well. it was a start, i suppose.<3,
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my boy just left two days ago. i feel like i could die. :/ come online sometime, please. let’s talk.
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there are times i wish for a life like yours& i mean that in the nicest way possiblexo
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hey, i corssed ur diary randomly, more like saw a note from you in another diary, you have a such a beautidul simple diary, i love ur DD layout, so cute! Anyway, i think the lyrics are great so dont sencond doubt ’em =)! Tc~
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mars volta = yummy boys. i hope all is well, kimmy. i miss/<3 you. xo;
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i spent summer ’04 listening to that song on repeat. i’m sure it hurt me more than anything else. xx
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speaking of unsent letters, it hasnt arrived yet- did you send it? xxx
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sometimes when we have our head behind books too much, words get stuck in the pages. if this is you’re writing when you’re on a block, and can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like when you’re having an on day. ciao
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you’ve still got it… this piece really sunk into my skin… parts of it hit so close to home its scary – nsi. psyche.
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