Eighth Square Curtsey: Archive

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“Weep Little Lion Man, You’re not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all of the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems You made in your own head.” -Mumford and Sons And so suddenly, I am kicking the hay around the cage. Pacing from bar to bar, and counting the pulses in my hands before the words in my mouth. Shrunken by the...

May 16th

Oh Me, Oh Miley!

Little Red Miley Hood: And The Tragedy of Max Azria Once upon a time, in a card board box on the out skirts out Nashville lived a very démodé girl named Miley Cyrus. Her teeth were so very large that she often lost her balance while standing atop of her horrible Dock Martins, whom she borrowed from Britney Spears at the abortion clinic when avoiding K. Fed numbero tres. Anyways, one day after...

Apr 21st

April 4th, 2010: Yep, I Finally For Lack Of Better...

Goddammit, I just must be such a horrible person. Excuse me that my guilt caught up to me. You know what it was? It was when I was sitting in my closet, just bawling my eyes out because I’m so fucking lost now because of how much you’ve made me question my worth. And then it hit me, I was just like “that could be Micah in a year.” If you think for one glimmering second...

Apr 4th

March 9th, 2010: When I Wake

Yes the clock is ticking, and yes I’m wasting time Yes I’m visiting all the thoughts you thought you left behind But you sank beneath my hands like quick sand in the sea And the waves have now become what is rectified in me When winter came I thought you’d hold your ground Stick with the guns you left me for by the time that I was found But you shot well and you shot hard when...

Mar 10th

March 1, 2010: Anatomy.

Where the ridges of your back meets the mountains of your shoulders. Where the foot hills of your ankles entangle in the sheets. Where the sides of your stomach turn into the tips of your chest. Where the nape of your neck lays bare and bewildering. That’s where I belong.

Mar 3rd

February 21st, 2010: New Romantic

You stay unmoved, adding notch by notch the belt that I’ve buckled for you for so long. I’m irrational, I’m over dramatic, I’m too romantic, I’m tied up in the chaos I’ve longed to create. So you say. And you let the door close behind you, leaving me with the guilt I spilled down your throat. At least I could say I was happier knowing the morning would come,...

Feb 22nd

February 3rd, 2010. The Way Things Are Meant To...

And maybe it’s because I’ve had too much to drink. Too many Special Blends for my my lungs to take. Maybe it’s because I have a light as I place my fingers to the keypad. And maybe it’s because I’ve been surrounded by the most amazing set of people I could put into place. But here it is, the calm after the storm. The blissful calm that surfs out beneath the waves of...

Feb 3rd

January 28th, 2010: No thoughts, just visions.

You tear me up more times then I can figure out. One minutes I’ll hate you, wanna throw your phone down to the ground and watch your face as it shatters. Leaving all your dirty laundry on the floor. I wanna forget every picture of every moment those lips weren’t mine. I wanna hit something, I wannna scream loud enough to make you hear me for the last time, I wannna cry so deeply that...

Jan 28th

January 14th, 2010: Sick Riddance.

January 14th, 2010. 12:04 a.m. So I guess everything is moving. After being put on hold for three days due to an endless sneeze and a migraine that could split ice, I’m back to “normal.” One of the bad things about being half dazed on Nyquil for three days is that the time you spend thinking is ten times above what is normally is, which is already too much. I’d like to...

Jan 14th

January 10th, 2010: "Every heart is a...

January 10th, 2010. 11:56 p.m. Things are better, time is easier to pass by. It’s about not letting yourself think about it, and creating a new reality to come to terms with. I get lonely and I get cold, but I have friends and I have blankets. It’s just hard sorting through the pieces of yourself that broke in the breaking of something so much bigger. I think about the summer. I...

Jan 11th

January 7th, 2010: The revival.

January 7th, 2010. 1:29 a.m. The past 36 hours have been those of hell beyond sanity and comprehension. The final tug of war that has been straining my head has so quickly come and gone. And so quickly, I feel so alright again. This could just be a moment of strength, and I know that in contrast those of weakness are to follow, but I am content. Fully aware and hopeful of the fact that I can...

Jan 7th

There's absolutely

Nothing.

Jan 6th

January 4, 2010: Back to hell.

January 4th, 2010. 11:56 p.m. Back to school. Back to life. Back to hell. Waking up to a half hour of sleep was like taking a hammer to the inside of my brain and giving it a few hard hits while watching the sun come up out of the corner of my eye. Ugh. By the time I realized I had made it through the entire day, I could barely comprehend my brother telling me that my Ramen was boiling. I just...

Jan 5th

Truth.

It’s not the strength that I can’t manage, it’s the resistance. This love requires strength, and I just don’t have what it takes to resist that.

Jan 4th

January 3rd, 2010: The last drag.

January 3, 2009. 8:48 p.m. I guess it’s good to say that today was better. Apparently, my early morning revelations have paid off to some degree, and have left my head spinning from a new wind of change. Let’s just hope I can keep up this resistance long enough to for me assure myself as sane. As my return to school now clocks in less then twelve hours from now, it has finally...

Jan 4th

January 3, 2010: No Strings Attached

January 3, 2010. 3:58 a.m. Hoping to get a headstart on sleep, I have, for the first time in over a year, found myself more satisfied in wake then in my sleep. After rummaging through all the thoughts I shoved to the back of my mind, I found myself so literally consumed by peace that I couldn’t help but to say out loud “everything is going to be okay.” So maybe the new year cleansing is taking a...

Jan 3rd

January 3rd, 2010: Where to begin.

SENIOR DIARY. January 3, 2009. 12:22 a.m. So it has been within the last 48 hours that people around the world have been testing the waters on their new years resolutions. Smokers are craving their next cigarettes, drinkers have stared into bars quenching for thrist, and even the lesser signficant resolutions are still trying to morph their way into routine. And just like my fellow humanity...

Jan 3rd

Reoccurance

I’m sick of going to sleep at night wondering how far I’ve gotten into your mind. If the wager is worth it, please let me know, otherwise find a way to let me go.

Dec 21st

End Call

I sleep soundly at night when the last thought of you crosses into a dream.

Dec 15th

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Oct 3rd

Rilled Sipples

It’s unresponsive. And I’ve got reflections in my head They’re swimming to the sounds Of my 8:30 alarm. They rippled into the visions Of the night the odds beat the hopes. Pacing to face the faces That you made under bed sick spells. I never wanted to grow old with you Just old enough to have left a tapping in your heart. Would I know that I was scared That the words...

Sep 22nd

Shedding

The resistance is killing me. But I’m never looking back. I won’t lie. Everyday is without you is a struggle. A struggle to wake up. A struggle to sleep. An ever calling struggle to remind myself that this is real. The resistance is agonizing. But I can’t look back. Back to the endless nights. Back to the sleepless mornings. Back to the safety between your arms. Back...

Sep 12th

July 1st, 2009. 6:12 a.m.

“You are lucky that I think so little of myself that I choose to throw that selflessness into the lions den.”

Sep 12th

Friday Night

It’s Friday night. And this is unfamiliar. We’d be blasting on the main road Waiting for my next OOOH on the D.J. And knowing that we’d stumble our way into my room at some point. I’d be kicking off my shoes in an Indian style Kind of comfort that I knew nowhere else. It’s Friday night. We’d be telling the dashboard What I noticed that day. ...

Sep 12th

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Sep 7th

River Revelations

And I just keep whiping my eyes and going “Oh my god.” Oh my god. I just ran as fast as I could to vomit upon walking in. The image makes me sick. Playing over and over. A mental televised announcement to remind me who you really are. That this All of this Was glitter foolishly scattered atop of A drawn out mess And bedroom promises. The boy who mocked my pitch Who turned...

Sep 7th

Be careful what you wish for

because it just might come true.

Sep 7th