August 2011
9 posts
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two of cups
i imagine two cups and a bounty of colored strings connecting window to window and pulling our ears close but far, from the factories in brooklyn to the blocks of buildings on the upper east side leaning in, i whisper into the porcelain cup pressed against my skin, “i can’t stop thinking about that kiss” and each word, each letter bursts through those colored strings, blinking...
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(a) muse (ed)
i want sparks (scratch that – need them): when you kiss my cheeks, part my lips with your tongue; when you run your hands up and down my spine, trace the lines of my face.
i want you to feel me when i walk into the room; when i tip my head and rest it on your shoulders.
i want (need) your (my) laugh to melt the rough edges of day, slink into the crevices of the floor and keep feet...
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we're all such lonely people (it's the nothingness...
i never wanted to get physical in the absence of love. foolishness, pointlessness i thought. what’s the point in loving without love?
in this vast city of anonymous ups and downs of lights in windows poised so high in the sky we forget to look for them; in this jumble of people this constant tumbling of faces and eyes and expressions so poignant we’re afraid to look, ...
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until next time
seconds minutes hours days weeks months years decades lifetimes and on and on and on
and
i just couldn’t help it
you were too beautiful.
your hand running up and down my spine holding me tight.
tight, tight;
wrapped up in your arms so tight i could not see the real world looming viciously beyond your shoulders.
(time moves on and present will turn to past
but) your being is...
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re: reeling
I to think of the time i spent trying to unwind myself from this mobius strip; trying to connect the S to the C and trace it back back to V; attempting to make sense out of the wreckage in which i stand, hoping to put us back together. i thought, to be together would be my only chance at Peace, but in every crevice of my mind i looked, i discovered another man’s dots (from zero to...
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untitled #25
i remember when i was a child and used to climb trees (hesitantly); we had a little wooden plank nook and we’d nestle in there and talk-a talk talk of small childish dreams back when everything was possible (they were wishes on leaves)
© e.gup (2009)
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{What is real} as thoughts collide with my...
sPiRiT… look a r o u n d and see. (don’t just look; feel) be inspired. grow and burst into something definite. know: i am here… you are here… millions upon millions upon billions of people are here. real, like love and hate and confusion and ideas… not entirely definable. if you can’t see G-d, do you believe He’s there? some say yes, some say no. some...
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oil vs. water
shhh… breathe in and breathe out and take all of this life in.
jump backwards (distilling time) and tuck that wayward nervous smile away (, just for a while)
and i, your guardian:
i will capture your memories in my green glass bell jar and i’ll screw the lid up so tight tight tight with itsy bitsy teeny little holes poked through the top so they can breathe.
(in and then...
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he(art)
your hands were always my favorite part of you. like a sculptor, i had visions of you molding something out of my broken wayward heart, turning it into something more beautiful.
we were art and artists, you and i. pulling ourselves together and tearing each other apart; pulling each other together and tearing ourselves apart. we were Gaudi-esque, dancing away from straight lines and...