lunavelis

Growing older, feeling younger. Sit with me for a second.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:55:12 -0400

Growing older, feeling younger. Sit with me for a second.

I recall calling your name into the dawn; Don’t you lose yourself even if we lose...

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 02:47:46 -0400

I recall
calling your name
into the dawn;
Don’t you lose yourself
even if we lose control
because I found myself
and I give it to
You

Matches and silhouettes strike and etch away at the candle-wax covered macrame, connecting the...

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 04:18:04 -0400

Matches and silhouettes strike and etch away at the candle-wax covered macrame, connecting the torches of the sentinel guards as dots.

I, too, concord and comply with the noblest of accomplices.

I wonder, wandering past the dots and the silhouettes, and put another trigger down on the manifold. Let’s put away the dust, let’s push away the dust, let’s make something happen here.

She put her fingertips in the concrete and left our names, and everytime I pass it I think to myself...

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:00:49 -0400

She put her fingertips in the concrete and left our names, and everytime I pass it I think to myself “Here we are” and I find my fingers wet with concrete.

A drifter without a current: I’ll make my own waves

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 02:59:45 -0400

A drifter without a current: I’ll make my own waves

We called it hostile chemistry,but me, I —well, honestly I just saw it as another way to shake...

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 05:35:59 -0400

We called it hostile chemistry,
but me, I —
well, honestly I just saw it as another way to shake away
the frost from my aging limbs
and bear these battle scars like armor again.
I’m counting pH and parts per million and pixels per inch
as I run my hand to dust away the dust from your vertebrae.

Before you gave me the stars, my nights were filled with Black.Before I collapsed in your arms, I...

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 05:29:17 -0400

Before you gave me the stars, my nights were filled with Black.
Before I collapsed in your arms, I was running out of breath.

I’ve been searching for a symptom to show I’m more than that, I’m more than a mark on your skin.
I’ve been waiting for the chemicals and courage to let me in exactly where I want to be.

Flash this smile across your skin; it’s not easy being this stable when my molecules have a...

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:06:18 -0400

Flash this smile across your skin; it’s not easy being this stable when my molecules have a natural propensity to drift. But for you, Darling, I’m immovable.

You have the world in your hands,why do you dare to see how hard you must throw it down to make it...

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 21:08:08 -0400

You have the world in your hands,

why do you dare to see how hard you must throw it down to make it break?

The familiar corners of this room seem lonelier now that you’ve gone off to start your day...

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 10:11:55 -0400

The familiar corners of this room seem lonelier now that you’ve gone off to start your day with a lingering kiss and a fleeting, optimistic glance.

Smile, Darling. We’re all okay: so beautifully chaotic, so deliciously unwell.

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 13:55:31 -0400

Smile, Darling. We’re all okay: so beautifully chaotic, so deliciously unwell.

Absolutely digging Cavashawn’s new EP.

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 14:36:38 -0400

Absolutely digging Cavashawn’s new EP.

And of course I’m teasing when I call this passive-aggressive, but this is just my...

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 01:06:10 -0400

And of course I’m teasing when I call this passive-aggressive, but this is just my passive-aggressive way of telling you how much I care

Indistinguishable from a fly on the wall, as comfortable as a chair, safe as the fire alarm hanging...

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 01:04:20 -0400

Indistinguishable from a fly on the wall, as comfortable as a chair, safe as the fire alarm hanging from the ceiling.

When we could be anything, why would we be a negative force in the universe, a force of darkness?...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:47:00 -0400

When we could be anything, why would we be a negative force in the universe, a force of darkness? While people may go on acting like people and choosing to run away and choosing to self-destruct, why would we choose to pull our weight like a black hole and pull the universe away from an energy fostering creativity and growth? Why would we use our talents and beauty to drive people to madness, to misery, or merely melancholy, when we can truly inspire, regenerate? People will go on being people…but why should we help them destroy themselves, destroy their families, destroy their lives, destroy our world? When we can be anything, why would we choose to be an agent of darkness?

If we feel we can’t be positive — at least be benign.

I uncap the little bottle of Visene I keep in the mesh pocket of my dark blue messenger bag: allergy...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:47:00 -0400

I uncap the little bottle of Visene I keep in the mesh pocket of my dark blue messenger bag: allergy relief. Holding it vertical, I make sure to pull my eyelid back with my fingertips, to prevent the natural reflex from occurring, to stop nature from protecting itself. I gently squeeze the bottle, and in lieu of tears a drop or two of the fluid falls into each eye. Dust and pollen aside, tetrahydrozoline hydrochloride does nothing to suppress the itching and burning of stardust trapped in bumps beneath the eyelid.

Sometimes the sunlight of late spring softens the harshness of my brow when I feel so compelled to...

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 19:13:33 -0400

Sometimes the sunlight of late spring softens the harshness of my brow when I feel so compelled to express myself. In these fleeting moments I can only hope that you believe me, that you know I mean it.

As I wait in the street outside, I hear your voice soaring above the trees and piano keys through a curtained window, and I know you mean it.

And again I have to say that people who constantly seek activity, diversion, distraction, or action...

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 02:21:00 -0400

And again I have to say that people who constantly seek activity, diversion, distraction, or action too miss the point…

Living in the moment doesn’t imply an expression of control over circumstance but rather a surrender to infinite awareness.

By worrying about our future or escaping the realities we face, we’d both live through delusion, predicated upon an assumption that there could be something better. Darling, I have to say, there is no life but this, there is no meaning beyond what we make for ourselves. This isn’t an audition or some fucking dress rehearsal: this is life. C’est la vie.

Don’t miss the point.

Waiting for the phone to ring. Wondering if I have reception?

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 01:21:50 -0400

Waiting for the phone to ring. Wondering if I have reception?

Back when we were close, she used to playfully tug at the sleeve of my shirt in order to pull me...

Mon, 18 May 2009 02:51:00 -0400

Back when we were close, she used to playfully tug at the sleeve of my shirt in order to pull me closer. As our feet skipped over the cobblestone path, far beyond the point where our cell phones were disrupted by the curve of the earth and the canopy of trees overhead, she’d tell me about the ghosts in Russia.

It’s been a few years, now, and I doubt that she remembers this hazy memory of a day in the beginning of July. But I do; I’m no longer haunted by the ghosts from Russia. There are no ghosts, except when I seek them out—and I find them in hundreds of pages buried on my bookshelf like the cast of Amontillado.

There are no ghosts, no ghosts from Russia.