saintlotus
- user since
- Sun Nov 11 2007 at 08:41:21 (1 year ago )
- last seen
- Tue Nov 18 2008 at 06:39:08 (10.4 hours ago )
- number of write-ups
- 1 - View saintlotus's writeups (feed)
- level / experience
- 0 (Initiate) / 43
- C!s spent
- 2
- mission drive within everything
- what?
- specialties
- pacing, drinking coffee, negotiation, strategic analysis
- school/company
- SR
- motto
- don't say "should."
- most recent writeup
- Bravery in death?
| I exist inside of cafes and on roads and in your dreams and nowhere else. I am made of cigar smoke and old ideas. I can be reproduced in my entirety with brush strokes. I may leave a bitter taste in your mouth. I remind you too much of you. You are (not) alone. I like cats. Sometimes, I take pictures of things. http://flickr.com/photos/simonsarris/ I don't write so much. Maybe that'll change, though. (where did these words come from?) they gave you and me each a heart and a name and then there was some stuff they told us about seasons and gravity and remembering to breathe but somehow i forgot all that when... when... I like space. it's easier to breathe? it's softer this way. AIM: MySaintLotus Yahoo: MySaintLotus |
User Bookmarks:
- jessicapierce
- Intellectually drop dead gorgeous
- Even though I sleep terribly with another body in the bed
- icicle
- I think I know that I am almost always afraid.
- Good reasons to miss someone (idea)
- prole
- Don't be sexy. I said stop that.
- Lessons in French from a girl: Vous and Tu
- girl smell
- I left you a note and you replied to it
- I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking
- I like my cat
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- Excuse me, may I blow your mind?
- Sometimes I think this life is too easy
- Would you mind terribly if I kissed you now?
- Choose your words carefully; now throw them away
- I love you (thing)
- Making the heartless girl cry
- TheDeadGuy
- It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets
- How did I get here, Sarah?
- I know the story of your walk ... and the colors you choose to paint your day (idea)
- I kissed her in the hair
- I dedicate all my love to your hot inner beauty (thing)
- I told you I love you, now get out
- etouffee
- You, with your timid, half-hearted intimacies
- I wanted to write a poem that you would understand
- LaggedyAnne
- This silence, it hurts me, just so you know
- this is sex without touching (place)
- I suggest you dance. If you need a reason, I'm sorry.
- Wanting to hear those quiet, even breaths at four in the morning (idea)
- She is like an onion
- Waiting To Be Opened
- This wordplay bullshit
- Perhaps pain will stop me where good sense and virtue have failed
- The emotional pleasures of contradiction are impossible to sell (idea)
- I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you
- How to meet the most girls (idea)
- Solitude out of season (idea)
- All This Useless Beauty
- Whisps of white sugar on a plate of warm pancakes (idea)
- Brad, what if I told you I belonged to a network of freedom fighters?
- Advice for engineering students
- The perfect woman (person)
- Nobody chooses apples with bruises (idea)
- The best way to cure a broken heart is to give the pieces away
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- eien_meru
- 36C mind in a 32A body
- the.web.hermit
- We all know what beautiful eyes are like, what they do to you.
- I look for your face in every crowd (person)
- Twelve words about love (idea)
- I will sell you all of me; complete. Starting price, ten dollars. (idea)
- his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that (poetry)
- I never remembered my dreams until they started being about you
- Touch is not love's sole signifier (poetry)
- Seven opening lines if he would ever look me in the eye (fiction)
- New England (essay)
- A Photographer's Tips On Writing (idea)
- you don't love like a cold-weather man (person)
- Lipstick prints wiped off on sleeves cut up for rags half a century ago (poetry)
- Back where we started (poetry)
- Schrödinger's Heart