Newest
10-13-2006Content to cross my legs and sip this coffee-shop comraderie quietly, peeking over the newspaper at single-serving cream and the coffee-shop couples, swapping sweet nothings from eye to eye; I eye the front door expectantly, self-consciously adjusting the reflection that smiles back at me with a quick brush of fingertips; through strands of hair I sigh and settle backwards, into a straight-backed chair and a comfortable slouch, remembering not to think about those sweaty teenage-basement moments on your couch.10-13-2006
by ~PuddleJumping
An IntroductionTurned onAn Introduction
By the charge of each and every electric packet, winging their way from me to you and back again with blizzards and monsters and imagination and sailing and Freud.
By the sight of your shy smile leaning over my Coffee countertop and the pair of trembling hands that made your tea and the pair of eyes that sparkled and waited, that watched the clock, until closing time came.
By the long walk that zig-zagged in circles around that square mall for hours and collapsed - nestling gently head to head and flowing, dripping conversation back and forth and drifting lazily &n
by ~PuddleJumping
AutumnUncurling the faded pages of these loving letters and a gray photograph, of them - strolling on a crisp autumn evening , oohing and aahing as the leaves live out their brilliant firework lives - to slowly curl and fall, down by the banks of the river, until we're naked, but alive in this cold air, alive in the warmth of a brilliant fall flush that is ours and ours alone - if only for a seasonAutumn
Yet all things curl and fall away, though we may not know the reason.
by ~PuddleJumping
Favourites
not usnot us (bar blah blah, christmas 1999.)not us
frame by frame in stilled sepia, we watched them roll up one after another, spilling in off the street cheered unreasonably. seasonal delirium drawn in by the warm, easy evening lights, and the complimentary house whites -
and the close-shaven bleach-teethed boys, sharply suited in similar mirror-imagery,
slickened and endeavouring to exchange cards and fashionably blueprinted exploits.
deep ugliness obscured by embossed lettering and expensive watches.
fondling the serving girls with immaculate hands - a hand on the arm, a paw on the thig
by ~solniger
Watchers
HellodeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Minneapolis
- Favourite band or musician: Tool, Radiohead
- Favourite poet or writer: Kurt Vonnegut, e.e. cummings
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes
- Website: http://www.xanga.com/puddle_jumping
- Email: davidjdp01@hotmail.com
- AIM: DippySqual04
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
"It doesn't matter where you start. It just matters where you end."
--
I've never felt such a strange combination of pity and indigestion.
your not you're
whoops.
I likr the way you've written them.
You're style is vivid and intruiging.
Cool Stuff!
oh my god...
Previous PageNext Page