Hourglass

her hourglass body has told you

time

is

up

don't say i love you without saying it out loud

it's hard, so i won't say it at all
and i won't stay very long
but you are the life i needed all along
i think of you as my brother although that sounds dumb
and words are futile devices

i do.

war does not prove who is right

October

I cut open a gaping hole,

it reveals all the things I must remove.

To dig deep, scraping, cutting,

digging into the impurities.

Taking time, deep inside my mind.

I carve out how I see myself,

with moons and stars, I follow the night.

Oak trees, rooted firmly,

disconnected, old and withered.

And as I finish my pumpkin,

I am reminded that it's the end of October. Time is moving too fast.

The Smoke, It Rises

Where this path leads

Writing to my lost one

A bitter sense of mourning

I know where this path leads

The wax falls down like tears

Smoke sends you heavenwards

And I am left in silence

With seasons ever changing

Our time stands still

Question of the blog:

First I'd like to preface this and let you know, this is just a cigar. I'm not downs for any other smoking devices. But you do what you want. Just throwing it out there, for me.? k...cooool..

This started off as a letter, but through writing it over and over, this is all I could get out. So this letter is for you, and you know I'm not saying sorry, but my sympathies for not sending it.

SO, the question is, do you like writing letters? Do you like receiving letters/packages in the mail?

written.

glasses. camera. sufjan stevens. cookies. dry skin. cigars. writing letters. open window. plans. ashes. lost in thought. headache. memories. acoustic. wind. pumpkins.

tonight, i am alone.

Life as a wanderer

Guided by freedom

Well traveled, never lost

Long road winding ahead

Hands open to serve always

Arms free, to hold this world

Feet moving one in front of the other

Eyes wide to see the world

Mouth closed, ears ready

Prepared for change

Heart available

Mind present

Receiving

Giving

Indisposable Dreams

You said to me be happy

And that's just what I did

But I took that advice and worked with it

Before it left your head.

slo down

much needed weekend.

I Choose Instead To Dwell In My Disasters

well i looked my demons in the eye,

laid bare my chest, said do your best to destroy me,

you see, i've been to hell and back so many times

i must admit you kind of bore me.

This is Northern California rain. And I love it.

I need sidewalk chalk

more than anything right now.

Ceremonial Sacrifice

I look up and I ask why.

I open Pandora's Box, and keep it to myself.

I hold it in, to save the rest of the world from its pain.

I hold it in so you don't have to see.

May Angels Lead You In

Clouds rest closely to the ground

Driving through without a sound

Heater on and headlights guide

And Lord you know how hard I've tried

Gates lead me home once again

The steady rhythm of that train

Doors wide open greet me in

Wipe off the moisture from my skin

Strum the chords you love to hear

I whisper quietly in your ear

Wipe away the tears you cry

I'll sing you now a lullaby

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

But if I die before I wake

I pray for God my soul to take

And You Take, Because They Give

As we learn, as we age,

we've learned nothing,

and my body still aches.

Miles Ago

Harsh lines separate the night from day,

as I wake up in foreign places after long nights.

Paint drips like water falls,

my skin is wet from those days at the river.

Black to white and ash,

Smoke rises and dissipates into thin air.

My feet up on the dashboard while you drive,

I sing those songs to the rushing air beside me.

As I recall those days ago,

the best summer of my life.

Always coming back home to you.

Question of the blog:

When was the best summer of your life?

Not Once

Good morning. You are going to get through this day, just like you get through every day. You are going to lay your head to rest soon enough. Keep your eyes looking forward and your feet moving. Walking is just a series of falling towards your goal.

Caillou

10-10-10
Sushi, air conditioning, big beds, Mike's Hard Lemonade
French music, swimming pools, foreign languages
Happy birthdays,
Beautiful Sundays.

Strike One

Dear Septum Ring,

Don't you EVER sneak away from me in the middle of the night again. This is a warning. Just because my neighbors hate you, doesn't mean you can just leave without asking. This is a two way relationship here.

Sincerely,

Alexandra Seal.

Question of the blog:

This photo was taken at American Apparel. The lighting in their dressing rooms is so amazing, I am tempted to go back and do photoshoots with my friends inside them.. Places like Hollister though, are ones where I'd rather wait outside than shop with my friends. It is so dark and crowded in there, I feel like I'm being suffocated.

Where do you like to shop? Is there a specific atmosphere you enjoy?

Happy Thursday

This was last night. My life is a joke.

But I did receive this today:

Dear Alexandra,

Happy Thursday. You've made it through another week, and we are so proud of you. Here is a free caramel latte, perfect temperature, just for you. Have a great weekend.

Love Always,

Panera Bread

Oh, how I love you, Panera.

Also- Today was the day. Where my car celebrated its 121212nd mile birthday. YEE!

Question of the blog:

Do you play any instruments?

If you could play any particular one you do not currently play, which would you choose?

Anxious For Nothing

Terry Winters

July 5, 1954 - October 5, 2009

...and GOD will wipe every tear from their eyes.

Revelation 7:17 b