nemophilies

nemophilies:

I have hung the cobweb-sentences of my past
       on the molding wood
              in the haunted rooms of my body.

I hold the silence the woodcutter leaves in the forest
      and the nakedness of a priest bruised by sin.

My words are turning into ancient tombs;
       I will die ad infinitum in speech.

I will become the faraway; your memory ex nihilo.

heartbirdflutter

Seven Months

heartbirdflutter:

I. Right After

It’s been so many nights since you slept in my bed and each was last-day-before-payday-just-sent-in-the-rent-check-and-paid-the-bills-poor. It’s hard to say come back when you are sleeping sounder without me. It’s hard to say come back when your days pass like crinkled eyes squinting into the sun and mine are like pulling garbage across asphalt, dragging so carefully just in case the bag bursts and spills trash all over the street.

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thegits:

fish-boned:

shickalenia:

dduane:

thesuitsofwoah:

that’s almost too cruelalmost

I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.

Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.

I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.

Vicious. I love it.

thegits:

fish-boned:

shickalenia:

dduane:

thesuitsofwoah:

that’s almost too cruel
almost

I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.

Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.

I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.

Vicious. I love it.