Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Confetti...


is for birthdays.
Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

York

Please answer the group of questions listed below.
1. Briefly, describe your training or background in the visual arts.
2. Briefly, describe other courses and/or activities you have been involved in that are related to the arts.
3. Briefly, describe your reaction to an art exhibition you have seen in the last year.
4. Please tell us about a book, film, a piece of music, play or visae you have experienced within the last year that has had an impact on your feelings about art.
5. How do you envision your future in the art field?

Monday, December 28, 2009

time is...

running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running
running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out runnint out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out running out of time.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

gleam


what is this gleam in your eye?
your wants, your desires,
who are you anymore?
what is this gleam in your eye?
what does it stand for?
who does it stand for?
make up your mind.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

only one more sleep...

it doesn't feel much like christmas.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

let the witch hunt begin!


well technically its not witches i'm after/i am starting my hunt this morning/i simply must find it/i'll see if you have it/hopefully you dont/but if you do/i must hunt again and again and again/until i find something new/to hunt.
hunt.
hunt.
i'll be sneaky/and swift/like a fox is so overrated/but i'll hunt/like they hunt/for witches.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

at 7:30 am///


this morning i had a dream.

in this dream, not only was tokio hotel going to play a set in my highschool cafeteria, but bill kaulitz asked me personally to help him set up the stage. Then, as i was standing front row pressed against the wooden stage, he found out that the rest of the band was stuck in the snowstorm so he was left to play his set alone. He only played one song before i found myself on the stage with him looking down upon my little friends.

i'm pretty sure i made this up.

but i'm pretty sure it was fun.

winter blues

slip me a turtleneck
i'll be sure to choke on it.

cheated out of a heart

somehow i still feel cheated
somehow i'm left wanting more
somehow i know it'll never come.
something that will never come.
always wanting
more.

more,


more.

Monday, December 21, 2009

candy cane kisses

they're in the mail cause i can't give them to you in person.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

oh how much i need you

so why won't you let me buy tickets?

your smile




its not enough anymore.


Saturday, December 19, 2009

a shower.


wet.
wet.
wet.
that's what i'll be.
the knob
it slips
from my fingers,
all pruny.
it slips.
slips.
my skin
burns: raw
from the heat.
red.
red.
red
are my feet.
claws
drag
dig
drag
leaving tracks
across my
back
shoulders
and neck.
steam.
hits.
hits.
til it drips.
drips.
dew
on the walls.
dots
of cold
slide
and fall.
fall
to my feet.
tap
the drain
collecting
the week's worth
of dirt
from my skin.
dirt.
dirt.
puddles
growing.
drowning.
swallowing me
whole.
whole.

mykul hobden

this is his self-portrait in acrylics. he is amazing.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

knowledge is an abstract term

knowledge is an abstract term.
there is no such thing as
knowing.
we can never know anything
but i know i love you.

ART SHOW ART SHOW ART SHOW!


i know these pictures are not related, but i like what he's wearing.
beautiful (L)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

death to a cell phone

i wish you'd go away. or perhaps you'd never been born.
stupid phone.

So much time...


"so much time with so little to do. Wait, scratch that, reverse it."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

coincidence of events


pinpoint
the answer,
you'll never know how.
some things
at random
and out of control,
escape my fingers.
but i'll just smile.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

black and blue woman


A body,
swathed in flannels,
hoists itself
upon rickety bones.
Palms flexed
and forearms shaking
from the weight.
Blue and purple
veins
protrude
from crumpled
tissue-paper
skin. Groans.
Creaking bones.
The body trembles
and twists
and breaks
its tensed form.
Rump first,
legs swing second,
loosening,
and toes,
toes searching
and digging
for a gap in the sheets,
a cave, a fissure
to slide into.
Arthritic hands,
with knuckles
swollen,
and flesh
shrunk,
grope forwards
in the blackened dark,
closing tightly
on the corners
of plump fabric,
until it almost drowns
the body,
up to the neck.
The head falls.
Eyelashes dance
until they finally,
slowly,
surely,
run out of energy.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

not




i thought i was supposed to be happy.




Monday, December 7, 2009

no more pretense


stop pretending,

there's no more use.
i see right through
the smile,
the laugh.

don't try to deny
that you're letting go
someway
somehow
you're letting go
of me.


i'll be
lost
without you
sad
without you
but maybe my heart
needs the break.


maybe its me

but the tears

are real

the hurt

is real.

but what is real?


instead i pretend.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

"we're making out inside crashed cars"

We're making out inside crashed cars
We're sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
(now I only waste it dreaming of you)

bad, ass.

i think so.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

please my dear, just one more chance...



i'd give anything, everything
you're my everything, anything.
forgive all my faults, and i'll do the same.
i'm trying, i swear,
but i know i could do better.
but i can't,
not now,
i'm sorry.