February 2012
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You’re pushing me away from you, and there’s nothing I can do. And I...
– Away From You, Oberhofer
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January 2012
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You left your black gloves on my table. You left your dark horse in the stable....
– Arms, Seabear
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December 2011
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She’s there on the shoreline, throwing stones at my back.
– Swim Until You Can’t See Land, Frightened Rabbit
November 2011
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Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep, but I know better as my...
– Epilogue, The Antlers
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Hold me close while you can, try to remember the end of December. Holding onto...
– Stamp, The Rural Alberta Advantage
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my poems all / Are woven out of love’s loose ends.
– Jon Stallworthy
October 2011
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try again.
hi there,
you remind me of someone i used to know. don’t worry, i’m not asking for your number, your name or whether or not we might meet again; i just wanted to tell you that i think you’re very pretty. i’m sorry if this message disturbs you, i’m aware there is a thin line between being nice and being creepy. i can only hope that i haven’t crossed it.
thank...
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Running with the wolves, it’s time for us to go. Left all our clothes with...
– The Escape: Running with the Wolves, Cloud Cult
September 2011
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i still call australia, home.
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Representing the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class.
– quintessential
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Neurotheology, also known as spiritual neuroscience, is the study of...
– neurotheology
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I don’t know quite how to behave. I don’t have a clue how to behave...
– Behave, Frightened Rabbit
August 2011
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I lost my mind long ago, down that yellow brick road.
– Yellow Brick Road, Angus and Julia Stone
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Eunoia is the shortest English word containing all five main vowel graphemes. It...
– eunoia
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cognitive dissonance.
I believe that all of our lives, like trees, sprout from roots. Biologically stemming from our birthplace and date, we continue to grow throughout time. Not literally of course; one can be unaware of his or her history and still be able to consider their own identity and purpose.
Having moved from place to place several times in my life, I have found many different places to call...
July 2011
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The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body...
– synæsthesia
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I will never speak of days, ‘cause I know you won’t count them. I...
– Kids on the Run, The Tallest Man on Earth
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An inability to recognize the faces of familiar people, typically as a result of...
– prosopagnosia
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We might be missed then or we might be forgotten; but it’s okay,...
– Mind Ur Manners, Patients
June 2011
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chronology.
Once upon a time, I woke up from a deep sleep not knowing ‘when’ I was. Not that I was unaware of my surroundings, but for a very brief moment I wasn’t sure of how old I was. In the time it took for my brain to warm up, I was clear of all and any memories or associations I had ever made in my life. Without any direction, motivation or meaning; I was lost.
And it was amazing.
...
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And I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles.
– Holocene, Bon Iver
May 2011
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Supposition that something may be true, even though there is no evidence to...
– surmise
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Thoughts that are not in immediate awareness, but that can be recalled by...
– preconscious
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And I’m sorry.
– Sigh No More, Mumford and Sons
April 2011
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The spontaneous narrative report of events that never happened. It consists of...
– confabulation
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A deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions.
– alexithymia
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March 2011
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The shots in the dark from empty guns, are never heard by anyone.
– Naked, Goo Goo Dolls
February 2011
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For everything that could have been, at least we took the ride. There’s no...
– Encoder, Pendulum
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second best.
I had a dream that your lover left you. It’s been years, through which I have convinced myself not to care.
At best, the memory of you would only just tug at my clothes, that of which I would simply displace. I remember telling myself that this would wash and wilt away with time, but I suppose it’s never that simple. I threw this one out into the ocean, never sparing a thought for the...
January 2011
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