tahariel: (Book)
We can sit in the same
                                                room
            and not
                        touch
                                    speak
            interact at all; quite comfortable
sharing space between us, reading
different books and
                                    companionship without
            obligation to entertain
tahariel: (X-men First Class - Blue Sky Thinking)
We talk about
                        everything –
            words rambling like briars over
fertile ground, reaching
                        for some common goal, some
            shared opinion. We
                        disagree, sometimes, but gently.
We agree, mostly, in a rush of same syllable synchrony,
        tripping over one another, tanglefooted.
                                    Bedtime comes too soon.
                                    So do phone bills.
tahariel: (I want you to know that)
You
                        left.
            There is a space where you were,
a vacuum, starless;
                        a hole in lost time.
                                    A gap, like a missing tooth
            I niggle with my tongue while waiting for the bus;
                                    sore and open but with no chance of filling.
            You did not choose this.
            Neither did I.
tahariel: (Underwater love)
A poem

doesn't have to be

read aloud       in                                          
               
arching voices;               
 
                        it can be
beautiful         

to

lay it out in                               
           
                                      strange arrangements

across a page like

                  blueprints for
imagination.
tahariel: (tv static)
Suddenly it is
            dark
outside at three pm
already dusky, sunlight draining like
orange juice down
to leave me
                floodlit
                        car-park swimming
key in hand, easy walk from
work and
            yet
                         my heart is
thrumming
tahariel: (Cloud for brains)
Headache day = not fun. But I wrote another poem today. It's weird; I was never much of a poet before, but I'm quite enjoying it now. It's like all my creativity is finally finding enough headspace to come back in from the cold wastes of the last few years of struggling to squeeze out enough words to fill a post-it note.

p.s. I know it is not Sunday today but it made a better title


slow sunday prose

I fall in love with
                        narrative
and tone
when
a story is not just a story but
a window; watching
other people’s lives like
            falling
leaves
                        and
                                    blasphemies
and
            the smell of skin under glass
I like to live vicarious
                        deep-ocean feelings
then shelve them when I’m full and brimming with
sweet soft sounds of
distant loves and

pages turning

tahariel: (Default)

You are not
            awake
                      yet.
I messaged you last night by email.
We often speak in pixels; telephone rarely.
Electronic best friend,
  Somewhere you are a person
On the other end of our paper cup ---- and ---- string
    Speaking into the electric air.
I receive your words at the notification sound.
No face
  No outer shell
                  We commune, plugged in
                                  mind to
                                          mind.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

tahariel: (Default)
New iPhone OS
I blame you for
Embarrassing me
And
Letting me send that text to my Dad.

I never sent accidental texts before.
You fucked up all my apps and
Told me you didn’t work and
Gave me a heart attack
Then worked the second time
Just to rub it in.

He doesn’t want to know how
Much I love Teen Wolf and
That I wish Derek was the alpha and
Bossed Scott around
Instead of this bullshit terminology
That could have been cleared up by
Using a dictionary or
Asking an eight-year-old.

New iPhone OS
When I am dying of embarrassment
I want you to know
It was your fault.
(Teen Wolf rules.)



Note: I have only seen up to ep 3, but apparently this is enough Teen Wolf to cause a wrongly-directed text messaging incident.

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