THE SPICE-BOX OF E▲RTH

Photograph

2012-02-24T17:11:00.005+10:00

I wish you were here.

Autumn is the hardest season.

The leaves have all fallen

and they fell like they were falling in love with the ground,

and the trees are naked and lonely.

I keep trying to tell them

new leaves will come around in the Spring.

But you can't tell trees those things,

they're like me,

they just stand there and don't listen.

Yeah, I wish you were here.

I've been missing you like crazy.

I've been hazy eyed staring at the bottom of my glass again

thinking of that time when it was so full

like we were tapping the moon for moonshine

or sticking straws into the centre of the sun.

Animals

2012-02-24T16:43:00.005+10:00

I was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding,

you were automatic, and as hollow as the 'o' in God.

I'm never gonna be the one for you.

I'm never gonna save the world from you.

They'll never be good to you, bad to you.

They'll never be anything,

anything at all.

Yarn

2012-02-01T23:09:00.003+10:00

That night when you kissed me

I left a poem in your mouth.

You can hear some of the lines

every time you breath out.

And it's not the best thing I've ever written

And I'm still working on my rhythm.

My tongue gets tied sometimes.

My throat gets dry.

My hands start trembling.

Honestly, the only thing I've mastered

is how to write a really good ending.

I Speak Because I Can

2012-02-01T22:19:00.003+10:00

My husband left me last night;

left me a poor and lonely wife.

I cooked the meals and

he got the life,

and now I'm just out for the rest of my time.

I speak because I can

to anyone I trust enough to listen.

You speak because you can

to anyone who'll hear what you say

I swear it was not my choice.

I used to be so kind.

Never rode my bike down to the sea.

Never finished that letter I was writing.

Never got up and said anything worthy.

Graceful sleeper, midnight dreamer.

I'm floored by your sound.

I swear it was not my choice

to reach out for someone wise.

I used to be so kind.

In the breaking of the morning

we'll be dancing on my soft lawn.

When you're shaking out the anger

that stops you from taking my call.

When you're running up the highway

singing, "I'm the King, the King of you all!"

When you look back to where it started

I'll be there waving you on.

Never rode my bike down to the sea.

Never quite figured out what I believe.

Never got up and said anything worthy.

Darkness Descends

2012-01-12T18:32:00.004+10:00

I hear that Summer is coming back,

so I stretch out my back and travel on.

The winter, though it darkens me,

it is pure and clean and all I want.

I'll apologise to the ones I love

for leaving them when the sun comes up.

Too bright for me, darkness descends.

Oh well, I'm not well again,

and once more darkness, it descends.

The ground is falling under me

and I can't find the means to leave.

Convinced that I am going mad,

I bury my head into his hands.

So sure that I am losing faith,

I clear a space in his father's land.

You deal with God far too young,

before you know it your life has run away.

7

2012-01-03T23:09:00.005+10:00

Come back, stern Bertha, come back,

And lure me up the torture tree.

Remove me from the bedrooms of easy women.

Extract the full due.

The girl I had last night betrays the man who pays her rent.

That is how Breavman invoked the spirit of Bertha many mornings of his twenties.

Then his bones return to chicken-width,

His nose retreats from impressive Semitic prominence

To a childhood Gentile obscurity.

Body hairs blows away with the years like an ill-fated oasis.

He is light enough for handlebars and apple tree branches.

The Japs and Germans are wrong.

What He Wrote

2011-12-05T23:16:00.004+10:00

He wrote, "I'm broke, please send for me."

But I'm broken too, and spoken for.

Do not tempt me.

Her skin is white and I'm light as the sun,

So holy light shines on the things you have done.

So I asked him, how he became this man?

How did he learn to hold fruit in his hands?

And where is the lamb that gave you your name?

He had to leave, though I begged him to stay.

Left me alone when I needed the light.

Fell to my knees, and I wept for my life.

If he had of stayed, you might understand.

If he had of stayed, you never would have taken my hand.

And where is the lamb that gave you your name?

He had to leave, though I begged him to stay.

Begged him to stay in my cold wooden grip,

Begged him to stay by the light of his ship,

Me fighting him, fighting light, fighting dawn,

The waves came and stole him and took him to war.

We write, that's alright.

I miss his smell.

We speak when spoken to;

That suits us well.

That suits me well.

Civillian

2011-11-28T13:12:00.004+10:00

I still keep my baby teeth

in the bedside table with my jewellery.

You still sleep in the bed with me,

My jewellery and my baby teeth.

I don't need another friend,

when I can barely keep up with most of them.

Perfectly able to hold my own hand,

but I still can't kiss my own neck.

I wanted to give you everything,

but I still stand in awe of superficial things.

I wanted to love you

like my mother's, mother's mother's did.

Civillian.

We Will All Be Airbrushed

2011-11-25T13:02:00.001+10:00

We become frail

and people

see us naked

who are forbidden

to see us naked

A Limited Degree

2011-11-11T19:51:00.001+10:00

As soon as I understood

(even to a limited degree)

that this is G-d's world

I began to lose weight

immediately.

At this very moment

I am wearing my hockey uniform

from the Sixth Grade.

Four Days

2011-11-06T23:03:00.007+10:00

The gaze is broken by the blink.

The touch is broken by the feeling.

The silence is broken by the laughter.

The mouth is broken by the word.

My battles are losing in the mind.

My anxiety is left rash.

I want to be caught and lowered gently,

or I fear my head will crack open from the fall.

By: Seané Shalev.

Lungs

2011-11-06T21:36:00.007+10:00

This place has attracted

the public's attention,

but why let that get?

What were you doing

when I couldn't see?

You took too much

time.

Anyone could have done it,

but you did.

Salvation

2011-10-22T00:54:00.000+10:00

Each thing I show you is a piece of my death.

Nice to Be Alive

2011-10-13T09:03:00.002+10:00

Lovers need lovers

And I'm impressed by all the goods out on display

I don't know what to say.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

I'd prefer your enthusiasm

When you're here with me.

Stop! Don't get carried away!

Darling, don't you understand

That every time we wave our hands

We're cool

We're fucking amazing.

We dropped down from some other dimension

Just to be with you.

Don't stress

That's dumb

I'm here

And it's nice to be alive.

Chill out,

It's alright.

Kiss me,

It's nice to be alive.

Insignificant Guests

2011-10-05T23:43:00.003+10:00

We only collide

if we are

the insignificant guests.

Once we become important

the room gets bigger,

the room gets wider.

When we are alone,

we are the only two insignificant guests

on Earth.

"Come here,

I have an impulse."

"Where have you been all night?"

By: Seané Shalev

iF.L.Y.

2011-10-01T21:07:00.004+10:00

It was a very normal night,

I was attending a party,

And I had many different drinks made of sweet fermented fruits.

I convinced myself of certain little things.

I convinced myself on a bed of strings.

I remember the first time that I got to kiss you sober.

I remember the first time as if it is right now.

I was just myself,

Maybe I was less.

Now I have been both,

And I'm convinced.

The Animals Were Gone

2011-09-30T01:29:00.003+10:00

The window is open now and the winter settles in

We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin

I love your depression

And I love your double chin

I love most everything you bring to this offering.

For you I'll throw down my hair

Because waking up without you

Is like drinking from an empty cup.

Insensatez

2011-09-20T00:55:00.002+10:00

I feel like dying because I no longer love you.

That's why I'm desperate.

I wish I were old,

My life's dedication to you over.

I wish I no longer existed because I can't love you.

Long Distance Call

2011-09-18T19:21:00.003+10:00

I'm far gone

But your long distance call and your capital letters

Keep me asking for more.

It's never been like that.

Long time no see...

Long time no say...

I Tried To Leave You.

2011-09-12T00:15:00.004+10:00

I tried to leave you.

I don't deny.

I closed the book on us

At least hundred times.

Wake every morning

By your side.

The years go by.

You lose your pride.

The baby's crying

So you do not go outside.

And all your work

Is right before your eyes.

Goodnight my darling.

I hope you're satisfied.

The bed is kinda narrow

But my arms are open wide.

And here's a man still working

For your smile.

My Man

2011-09-07T23:45:00.004+10:00

My man don't treat me right,

Don't kiss me sweet goodnight,

Don't buy me flowers to smell,

Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell.

My man don't treat me good,

He eats at all my food,

And he leaves me such a mess,

They say I'm cursed,

But I am blessed.

'Cause he loves me,

He loves me,

He really, really loves me.

And his eyes are bluer

Than the bluest sky above the city.

You don't agree?

Well, what a pity.

He loves me,

Yes, he does.

My man don't treat me sweet,

He walks the empty streets,

And he drinks and smokes and swears,

And they say he doesn't care.

My man he breaks my heart,

He tears me all apart,

And he leaves me such a mess,

They say I'm cursed,

But I am blessed.

'Cause he loves me,

He loves me,

He really, really loves me,

And his eyes are bluer

Than the bluest sky above the city.

You don't agree?

Well, what a pity.

He loves me,

Yes, he does.

Oh, my man,

I love him so.

He'll never know,

All my life is just despair,

But I don't care.

When he takes me in his arms,

The world is bright,

Alright.

What's the difference if I say,

"I'll go away"?

When I know I'll come back

On my knees someday.

For whatever my man is,

I'm his, forever more.

Just a Car Crash Away

2011-09-06T12:14:00.007+10:00

Love is a fire,

it burns down all that is sees.

Burns down everything.

Everything you think,

burns down,

Everything you say.

She blew me her death kiss,

and the mouth-marks

bled down my eyes.

Like her dying

on my windshield.

I can already feel the worms

eating my spine.

So how can it be this lonely?

Is that all we get

for our lives?

Is love only sweeter when

one of us dies?

And I'll love you,

if you let me.

And I'll love you,

if you won't make me stop.

Mr. November

2011-09-06T11:57:00.002+10:00

I wish that I believed in fate.

I wish I didn't sleep so late.

I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders.

I Want To

2011-09-04T21:21:00.000+10:00

I can kiss who I want to.
See who I want to.
Punch who I want to.
Hug who I want to.
Blow who I want to.
Fuck who I want to.
Love who I want to.
Hate who I want to.
And never have to justify a second.

Oh

2011-08-30T00:40:00.004+10:00

In a time

filled with rhymes

we forced minds to climb

way up above

all that bullshit you love.

Keeping your soul intact

with the rap.

This otherworld,

underworld, ninety-six fat.

Better

2011-08-26T21:46:00.006+10:00

You can't stand in front of me and tell me I should be like this person,

or be like this car.

You can't lie next to me and tell me you like short hair,

while I have long hair.

You can't hold my hand and tell me you like Christian girls

while I'm a Jewish girl.

You can't hold my waist and tell me I look better in different weather

while it's sunny all the time.

Run for me, run for me, run for me.

Run from me.

By: Seané Shalev

Back to Black

2011-08-22T23:31:00.008+10:00

He left no time to regret, kept his dick wet,

With his same old safe bet.

Me and my head high and my tears dry;

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew,

So far removed from all that we went through.

And I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked.

I'll go back to black.

We only said goodbye with words,

I died a hundred times.

You go back to her,

And I go back to us.

I love you so much, it's not enough.

You love blow and I love puff.

And life is like a pipe,

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.

We only said goodbye with words,

I died a hundred times.

You go back to her,

And I go back to us.

We only said goodbye with words,

I died a hundred times.

You go back to her,

And I go back to us.

The Future.

2011-08-22T16:43:00.004+10:00

Give me back my broken night,

My mirrored room, my secret life;

It's lonely here, there's no one left to torture.

Give me absolute control

Over every living soul

And lie beside me, baby - that's an order.

There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code.

Your private life will suddenly explode.

There will be phantoms,

There will be fires on the road,

And a white man dancing.

You'll see a woman hanging upside down,

Her features covered by her fallen gown.

And all the lousy little poets coming around

Trying to sound like Charlie Manson,

And the white man dancing.

Song

2011-08-18T20:51:00.004+10:00

I almost went to bed

without remembering

the four white violets

I put in the button-hole

of your green sweater.

And how I kissed you then

and you kissed me.

Shy, as though I'd

never been your lover.

Where Have You Been?

2011-08-14T23:10:00.015+10:00

We can't keep our roaming hands off of each other.

You pulled me in like a vortex in space

that I always desired to explore.

You nibbled at me like you used to,

and I caressed your ego like I used to.

The most important person in my life liked you better than the others.

That doesn't mean you are better.

What is it about us that is so dreadfully sinister?

What is it about us that is so dreadfully appetising?

I hadn't seen you in months,

and we tripped over each other again,

Except now it's different.

I wanted the entire night with you alone;

you and me and the yellow moon,

just like that time when sand stayed in the corners of our eyes,

and the when the watery foam tickled our feet.

You like my taste.

I like your smell.

Can we be lovers, baby?

With all this fever in my mind,

I could drown in the glow of your eyes.

Let's see each other like we used to.

I promise I'll be good.

I promise I'll be okay in the morning.

By: Seané Shalev

The Flowers

2011-08-13T18:28:00.009+10:00

The flowers you gave me are rotting

And still I refuse to throw them away...

Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully,

They might so I'm waiting and staying awake...

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep.

I'll never know if I'll go to sleep.

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep.

I'll never know if I'll go to sleep.

Cheers Darlin'

2011-08-12T00:20:00.006+10:00

Cheers darlin'

Here's to you and your lover girl

Cheers darlin'

I got years to wait around for you

Cheers darlin'

I've got your wedding bells in my ear

Cheers darlin'

You gave me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

And I die when you mention her name

And I lied, I should have kissed you

When we were running in the rain

What am I, darlin'?

A whisper in your ear?

A piece of your cake?

What am I, darlin'?

The girl you can fear?

Or your biggest mistake?

Cheers darlin'

Here's to you and your lover girl

Cheers darlin'

I'll just hang around and eat from a can

Cheers darlin'

I got a ribbon of green on my guitar

Cheers darlin'

I got a beauty queen

To sit not very far from me

I die when she comes around to take you home

I'm too shy, I should have kissed you

When we were alone

What am I, darlin'?

A whisper in your ear?

A piece of your cake?

What am I, darlin'?

The girl you can fear?

Or your biggest mistake?

The Favourite Game

2011-08-05T00:59:00.008+10:00

He was something distant;

nothing to do with me.

Some boy in a far off tragedy.

He heard the word forever,

but all he wanted was the here and now -

with no assurances but its own vivid intensity.

For him, a kiss on the shoulder was reassurance.

For me, a kiss on naked flesh could only be a question.

By: Seané Shalev

They Locked Up A Man

2011-08-03T23:01:00.002+10:00

They locked up a man who wanted to rule the whole world.

The fools! They locked up the wrong man.

A person who eats meat wants to get their teeth into something.

A person who does not eat meat wants to get their teeth into something else.

If these thoughts interest you even for a moment, you are lost.

I wrote this in a peeling room in the Chelsea Hotel

Before I was rich and famous and they gave me well-painted rooms.

I was coming off of amphetamine,

And I was pursuing a blonde lady whom I met in a Nazi poster.

And I was doing many things to attract her attention.

I was lighting wax candles in the form of men and women.

I was marrying the smoke of two cones of sandalwood.

Graceland

2011-08-02T00:45:00.005+10:00

She comes back to tell me she's gone.

As if I didn't know that.

As if I didn't know my own bed.

As if I never noticed

The way she brushes her hair from her forehead.

She said losing love is like a window in your heart;

Everybody sees you're blown apart.

Everybody feels the wind blow.

The Next One

2011-07-24T20:45:00.005+10:00

I lost my tan in Italy,

And got fat on pasta and the starch of loneliness.

I must fast for forty days.

Sabina wrote me from the temple in Germany.

She said that the old books say you should fast once each year for the number of days corresponding to your age.

She was on the eighth day of an intended twenty-eight-day fast.

Also I neglected to twist my feet,

So the heart went crazy.

I must phone Patricia who was so good to me.

The line is busy.

Rapture.

2011-07-21T01:07:00.002+10:00

Last night as I was sleeping,

It felt as if someone was spooning me.

I woke up with the feeling and didn't think much of it.

As soon as I realised that there was not supposed to be someone else in my bed,

The feeling disappeared.

Rapture.

Sunshine.

2011-07-15T00:30:00.004+10:00

Feed my sexual hunger.

Caress my whirling mind.

Touch my self-righteousness.

Kiss my tired eyelashes.

Smell my wild hair.

Taste my desire.

Invite in my enemy.

Seek out my clarity.

Respond to my distaste.

Care for my mouth.

Open up my lungs.

Close up my spine.

Dance with my obsessions.

Lay in the sunshine.

You're easy to love.

By: Seané Shalev.

Alive.

2011-07-13T23:05:00.014+10:00

And maybe I had miles to drive,

And promises to keep.

You ditch it all to stay alive.

And live your life as if it's real.

Candy and Dan.

2011-07-13T22:34:00.011+10:00

Once upon a time,

There was a Candy and Dan.

Things were very hot that year.

All the wax was melting off the trees.

He would climb balconies,

Climb everywhere,

Do anything for her.

Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds,

Adorned her hair.

One night,

The bed caught fire.

He was handsome and a very good criminal.

We lived on sunshine and chocolate bars.

It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.

The day's last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.

"I want to try it your way this time."

You came into my life really fast -

And I liked it.

We squelched in the mud of our joy.

I was wet-thighed with surrender.

Danny the Daredevil.

Candy went missing.

There was a gap in things,

And the whole earth tilted.

This is the business.

This is what we're after.

With you inside me comes the hatch of death.

A vase of flowers by the bed.

My bare blue knees at dawn.

These ruffled sheets.

You are gone and I am going to.

I broke your head on the back of the bed,

But the baby died in the morning.

I gave him a name.

His name was Thomas.

Poor little God.

His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.

Female Request Line.

2011-06-15T18:12:00.008+10:00

Since you got it like that,

baby doll, I got it good.

Hook me up one time

and make me feel real good.

If you make me feel nice,

not once, maybe twice.

Dim the lights one time,

break out the Alizé on ice.

That's right.

Yeah, you got it good, baby.

We can hook up anywhere,

any time of day.

Most brothers try to think of dope lines to say.

We treat women with respect like a real lady.

Yeah, you got it good, baby.

Death to Birth.

2011-06-12T00:57:00.005+10:00

From ripe

To rotten.

Too real

To live.

Should I lie down?

Or stand up?

And walk around again?

My eyes finally wide open up.

My eyes finally wide open shut.

It's a long, lonely journey

From death to birth.

It's a long, lonely journey

From death to birth.

Should I die again?

Should I die around?

The pounds of matter wheeling through space?

I know I'll never know

Until I come face to face

With my own cold dead face,

With my own wooden case.

It's a long, lonely journey

From death to birth.

It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth.

The Lover.

2011-06-08T18:34:00.004+10:00

I am a woman who likes simple things to please her complicated mind;

A scorching bath in a candle-lit bathroom with the caressing sound of Frédéric Chopin.

I lay there, slightly floating, slightly dreaming.

I watch the bubbles slowly disappear before me,

I embrace the darkness like a lover creeping into an empty bed,

And I wait.

I wait for your call.

By: Seané Shalev.

I Heard of a Man.

2011-05-29T22:53:00.005+10:00

I heard of a man

Who says words so beautifully

That if he only speaks their name,

Women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body

While silence blossoms like tumours on our lips,

It is because I hear a man climb stairs

And clear his throat outside your door.

As A Gift to Myself...

2011-05-24T23:22:00.000+10:00

Freeze.

2011-05-20T00:41:00.003+10:00

I'm good at love,

I'm good at hate;

It's in-between I freeze.

Been working out,

But it's too late.

It's been too late for years.

But you look fine,

You really do.

The pride of Boogie Street.

Somebody must have died for you,

A thousand kisses deep.

Le Belle et Le Bad Boy

2011-05-13T01:09:00.003+10:00

I work with a good-looking guy who is into the hard life.

Drugs, theft, parties, alcohol and girls.

He never used to, but as time went on, he began to tell me almost everything about his crim lifestyle.

Being the troubled woman I am at times, I cannot shake this insatiable love for the 'bad boy'.

I would listen - eyes wide, jaw dropped, hands clasped together.

Walking into work with a leather jacket and post-stonned bloodshot blue eyes is one thing, but telling me in detail about all of the cars he raided the night before is something else.

And it is incomprehensibly attractive on so many levels.

I couldn't place it though; why this adoration for the bad?

I must admit, I have had a couple of unstable thoughts and fantasies about running away from the law as lovers, or visiting/writing to him in prison and yearning for him to be free once again.

Deep down and truly, I am a very good girl.

I generally do as I am told.

I follow the rules.

Hell, I even think of improving the rules.

So when a by-the-book and sexually modest good girl comes across a magnetising bad boy, what do they see?

He sees a mysterious and sheltered pretty girl.

She sees a sexy man who does not care for authority.

He sees someone to playfully tease.

She sees fun and spontaneity.

He sees a mountain to conquer.

She sees a project.

This is undoubtedly the chemical draw produced between these two opposites.

The impossibility of the love and attraction.

What happens next?

A mountain still yet to be conquered and an unfinished project.

Peek Through.

2011-05-09T22:38:00.007+10:00

When was the last time I had a crush?

I'm glad you gave me a chance.

I'm glad my wall didn't knock you over with shock at how tall and tough it seemed.

I'm glad you attempted to climb over it,

And pushed the loose bricks through so you could peek at what's over the other side.

I hope you like it there.

I hope you want to be there.

Did you...

Did you just touch me?

Put your hand on my leg again, please.

Keep it there.

Do it in front of people too.

I like that.

I think I might like you too.

Like You Do.

2011-05-09T00:00:00.004+10:00

I wish you didn't effect me like you do.

Now all I have to do is call you.

I have weird memories of you.

What is Wrong?

2011-05-06T23:32:00.006+10:00

Oh, my mind.

What is wrong?

What is rightfully a sin?

How I'd like to hold you in front of me

To examine all the thoughts that seem to circle inside.

How I felt you had left my head sometimes,

And how I spent years looking for you.

How you absorb every glance,

Every picture,

Every emotion,

Every action,

Every thought.

Oh, how it effects you.

What is wrong?

What is rightfully a sin?

How you go mad sometimes.

How you make me mad sometimes.

How you notice and remember beautiful things.

How tortured your thoughts can be.

How misunderstood.

What is wrong?

What is rightfully a sin?

By Seané Shalev.

People Say I'm No Good.

2011-05-02T23:42:00.003+10:00

The young might not be so dumb after all,

And from the young you might even learn.

I'm Sad to Say.

2011-04-28T00:07:00.002+10:00

I am completely and utterly terrified.

Walking on the Moon.

2011-04-25T23:35:00.002+10:00

Giant steps are what you take -

Walking on the moon.

I hope my legs don't break -

Walking on the moon.

We could walk forever -

Walking on the moon.

We could be together -

Walking on,

Walking on the moon.

Walking back from your house -

Walking on the moon.

Walking back from your house -

Walking on the moon.

Feet that hardly touch the ground -

Walking on the moon.

My feet don't hardly make a sound -

Walking on,

Walking on the moon.

Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)

2011-04-20T23:06:00.005+10:00

I wrote my name in your book,

Only God knows why.

And I bet you that he cracked a smile.

And I'm clearing all the crap out of my room

Trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue.

And I wrote in a big letter to you,

And it's 22 pages front and back,

But it's too good to be used.

And I tried to be the girl who likes to be used;

I'm too good for that,

There's a mind under this hat.

And I called them all and told them that I've got to move.

Memento 2000 (Deux)

2011-04-19T12:29:00.004+10:00

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind.

I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them.

I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there.

Do I believe the world's still there?

Is it still out there?

We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are.

Memento 2000 (Une)

2011-04-19T11:59:00.007+10:00

You can just feel the details,

The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words.

And you can feel these extreme moments;

Even if you don't want to.

You put these together and you get the feel of a person.

Enough to know how much you miss them,

And how much you hate the person that took them away.

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot.

2011-04-14T22:00:00.004+10:00

You are calm and reposed,

Let your beauty unfold,

Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones.

Spring keeps you ever close,

You are second-hand smoke,

You are so fragile and thin,

Standing trail for your sins,

Holding onto yourself the best you can.

You are the smell before rain.

You are the blood in my veins.

Meteoroid.

2011-04-13T10:37:00.009+10:00

I had a dream that a meteoroid/meteoroid shower hit a building filled with my fellow Uni students. I watched it happen and covered my face from the exploding glass. When I walked towards the building to see if anyone was alive, I could feel the sharp pain of thousands of pieces of glass cutting up the soles of my bare feet.

I looked up the key concepts of my dream:

Meteor:

To see a meteor in your dream, suggests that you will experience success in a project. You are on your way toward realising your goals and desires. Alternatively, the meteor refers to wishful thinking and idealistic thoughts.

To see a meteor shower in your dream, signifies romantic thoughts and idealistic notions.

Explosion:

To see explosions in your dream, symbolises your repressed anger. The rage that you have been holding in has come to the surface in a forceful and violent manner. Your unconscious is trying to get your attention.

To hear the sound of a loud explosion, but you did not see it, indicates that something is about to be exposed or come into consciousness.

Fireball:

To see a fireball in your dream, symbolises some self-destructive force.

Ashes:

To see ashes in your dream signify bitter changes and disruptions. Ashes may represent a failed relationship or a ruinous business enterprise. You feel that the good times are over and nothing f value is left in your life. Alternatively, ashes may mean you are dwelling too much on the past. You need to learn to let go.

Glass:

To see broken glass in your dream, signifies disappointments and negative changes in your life. Alternatively, it could be symbolic of an aspect of your life that is in pieces. A relationship or situation has come to an abrupt and untimely end. Id you are walking on broken glass, then it suggests that you will be experiencing some heartache or pain. you are unsure with how to proceed with your life.

Cut:

To dream that you have a cut, suggests that you are being let down or being undermined. Alternatively, it refers to feminine sexuality and feminine attitudes towards sex.

Blood:

To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood signifies you are suffering from exhaustion or that you re feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions have come back to haunt you.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

Sleep.

2011-04-11T16:55:00.003+10:00

Things look difference once you haven't had much sleep.

Solely For You.

2011-04-10T00:03:00.005+10:00

I ran through the forest solely for you.

I bet you are wondering how I knew.