January 2009
41 posts
Ryan Adam's Moon poem - for you, bunny
So Moon…
you seem distant
dull even
lifeless
but
so much projection around you
so much projected onto you
the sun, for one
all up in your business at night
it is so hard for you to hide
and
you wallflower satelittle
so many sing songs for you
in your name
you are unmoved
you neither like
or dislike
it,
the attention
you feel distant and you hover in place
if this were the...
December 2008
42 posts
Heartbreaker/broken
god I know I hurt you I am running out Of ways to say I’m sorry I wish you could see How this fucking eats me Alive I hate myself every minute Of everyday And I love you And I’m sorry So fucking sorry
Plays Well
Kels and I got a bunch of work done on playswell today. Brainstorming sessions were really productive and we have a host of ideas to follow up on.
Spent the day chasing the interwebz all over the east village.
Ok Puddle going to meet my friend Jesse. I want to hear all his stories about being on tour with SHUDDER TO THINK (omg! wtf?) and so on, etc.
Be back soon to tell you more about my...
yeah... pretty much amazing...look at cornelius.
myloveforyouisreal:
And my attempts to get on the interwebz….free wifi: FAIL
totally can't breathe
Even a sentence from your mouth and I am….elated! God it’s silly what you do to me. Smitten Still
Gratitude
This trip has been a dream and a whispered prayer for so long.
Finding a friend like you, who makes me laugh, who lets me be silly and use petnames and adopt stuffed kids and loves me for the weirdness has been life changing, life saving.
1 in 10,000 oysters holds a pearl. You’re mine.
The museum today was so ridiculously, obscenely fun. I am loving every second of galavanting all...
On the newbies in the apartment
Puddle, Today Kels and I adopted Sebastian (Seb) and Cornelius (Lee-Lee). Honestly, I still love you. Don’t eat them ok? And oh yeah don’t let them eat on the couches. Those don’t belong to us. Love, M
Downtime
When faced with downtime in nyc, you will always find me in a bookstore. Its dangerous to be so close to a place where I can easily spend my salary in an afternoon.
Time travel included
Sitting on my couch. Next to my window. I can hear horse drawn carriages clip clopping along every once in a while.
Time travel is possible.
mustard soak- ultrascorpohman
Those really helped me when I had terrible bone pain. And also have helped tolerating side effects of chemo! Hope it helps youuuuuuuuu
cardinalcave:
i have mustard de-tox bath- it does help with joing pain etc.
that is EXACTLY what i am gonna do. THANK YOU. i don’t know why i forgot about that.
Poetry
these streets spark
history
and whisper of the
future
These streets are
always rightnow
always
glublubbing
pulse
pulse…
pulse
it will give you its pulse
each pulse
propels you
forward
onward
a random equation
of moments
and this city it
sparks
and
breathes
Cast your spell, new york. I wait at your feet.
you can't look back once love fills you with hope
This has been my hardest, and greatest lesson. Love CAN save your life, in fact it may be the only thing that can. It is the love from friends, the kindness of strangers. It is the pretty nurse who squeezes my hand when she put my IV in. She has the kindest eyes. Love taught me that I am greater than this.
Love can save your life. It is echoing through my universe and flooding my heart.
...
Best coffee
Puddles, I’m afraid nyc has stolen my heart from LA’s grasp. Its enchanting in this city. Today….
Grocery shopping Jack’s coffee Bleeker Street records Bookstore And now… Back to the LES for party central
Haven’t taken photos yet. Promise more tomorrow
Love, M
I realize now Alone In the moonlight That I would dance with you Anywhere On these dusty planks On the grey asphalt I would dance anywhere With you.
Bunny is coming! PUDDLE iz so exciting. And JD is on his way and Princeton Record Exchange and NYC and everything perfect and wonderful. and laughter.
Still haven’t packed. going to do that now.
and drink herbal tea.
mmmmmmmgood.
love you, puddle.
As always, everything is my fault. Its not a trip home unless I have made every mistake, I have caused every argument. And I can’t possibly apologize enough. I’m sorry that I was eleven steps behind you getting in the car instead the first one in the car. It is a crime against humanity Oh Puddle….nyc soon. I hope it exceeds all my expectations.
I miss you, Vinny. The world is...
Puddle,
I’m so tired and I can’t sleep. My hands are nibbled beyond repair. Worst it’s been in years. Can’t understand why, puddle.
lets fix it tomorrow, ok?
A prayer.
I didn’t know him. Not well, anyway. A few drunken nights, a few silly conversations. We shared space on occasion. But I know my friends loved him. That they are so sad, so broken. And so I am as well. Because pain transfers from heart to heart across the same ties that keep us together, through the same nets that keep us safe.
I’m surrendering all of this to God. I...
East coast
I heard you sleep upstairs
the bedroom makes you lonely
in the icy, christmas air i could feel my heart break for you
I’ve never loved you more.
I promise to call more.
To listen more fully.
To give more generously.
To love more selflessly.
To see more compassionately.
And ultimately, to live a life of gratitude.
last night i had a dream...
UM YES. KTHXBAI
myloveforyouisreal:
that you called me.
and i missed your call.
and it was awful.
hahaha.
then i tried to call you back.
i think i maybe even text you -
i dont remember
the rest.
dra.
dra.
dra.
we must.
HAHHA
I am still Enamored With the spector of you The shadow around the corner That slips out of view Before I can run fast enough In the rain That beats down and makes everything so Foggy.
Repost from abandoned Blog - July 2008
Change is scary. I know this for certain. Perhaps it is because I feel so much of my future is out of my hands that I am prone to clinging to things I think will last, perhaps far past their expiration date. I’ll even hold on to old emotions simply because they are familiar and as such, in my control. In my own mind, saying I hate you and it doesn’t matter what you do to try to fix it,...
Unbreakable Bonds
Unbreakable bonds
Two became one became three became one and the math gets sorta confusing and the meaning can get lost in the equation but there are unbreakable bonds between us Something never discovered and already lost cannot be properly mourned or explained in prose or poetry except to say that there are unbreakable bonds between us We are tethered on a cellular level and there are...
