Butterflies

It's almost 2 in the morning and
your guard has
 been slipping,

words
emotion
soul
spilling,
you placed 

butterflies in my 

chest and I 

can hear them beat;
but now it's
the grey afternoon
and somewhere in my dizziness
the wall has been
fortified again,
the warmth is cut off
and the butterflies are
cocooned
and I don't know
if I can hear them
anymore.

Sand

They say this
Isn't me,
That I'm not this girl
Who tears herself down in the middle of the night
To tears;
But I guess
You've picked open scabs
That I thought had healed,
Leaving behind a raw lump
Of sinking deja vu,
And everything has been reduced
To sand slipping between my fingers
So when I grasp at it
More grains slip past
While I can only watch,
Carefully built sandcastles
Breaking apart in tempering winds
And I
Am just helpless.

Buzz

There's a buzz

that hums in

my chest,

in the greyed out

feelings

that sets my bones

 ajar,

and drowns out

affection in

deafening white noise,

while ink runs

down my fingers

with words

unwritten,

unsaid.

In the Fleeting Moments

there's beauty

in the fleeting moments;

in the minute of golden light

dancing on the sidewalk

before sunset,

in the brief sound of rustling leaves

as the breeze whips through

and whispers softly,

in the soft brush of a kiss

 under the cold light of the city night

leaving behind tingling heat;

beauty captured

in memory

Icarus

upon my back they place

Icarus's wings and 

point out the sun;

blinded by brilliance,

I forget that there are 

stars that run through my veins

with dazzling potential

and instead follow

the others

of melting wax

to our end

Anchor

I've been told by many

that I'm an anchor,

holding people down

and keeping them

from drifting away

in sadness.

They mean it as 

a compliment,

they mean I am uplifting and supporting,

but I think they have forgotten

that anchors

are meant to be heavy,

and to do their job

they must be weighed down

with burden.

You read me

like a book,

eyes skimming across 

words, letters, markings

etched on my skin;

my feelings bared

in braille

when you 

trace your fingers and kisses

along the dips and curves

until I sigh

your name.

Ah, shoots, the blog posted later than I expected.

Otherwise, Happy Valentine's Day!

It's Been Another Year...

We've made it. 2014.

This year, I decided not to make any specific resolutions. Just continue doing creative things on this blog, and continue with my ongoing projects. To recap some things:

North by North is doing well as always, though there have been hiccups of breaks for several months (whoops).

Zone One was started on my part, but halted after awhile. I plan to get back onto that!

I have a new project underway, involving Twine, to create an interactive web story. I have to think of an idea first, of course. I'll keep you guys posted as it progresses, though I'd love any ideas you could give me.

I hope the 2013 ended on a good note, and that 2014 is a good year for you all!