Thursday, January 26, 2012

I'm not good at relationships
I always manage to find the flaws
sometimes in others,
but mostly my own.
I foretell the ending
then go and create the cause
save myself
and end up alone.

The last time I kissed someone
my heart felt this loneliness
I didn't know if I'd ever recover

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

- Oscar Wilde The Picture of Dorian Gray

Sunday, January 15, 2012

some other emotion than the superficial, barely-there ones
or humiliation

Monday, January 09, 2012

You say something, something hollow,
my laughter is hollow, I don’t know the game we’re playing anymore.
Maybe we never played. Maybe I did. Maybe you got what you expected.
Maybe you don't have hollow want to mantle with skin

Friday, January 06, 2012

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together
            to make a creature that will do what I say
or love me back.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
        but I think I’d rather keep the bullet.
It’s mine, see, I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s
as good as anything.