Our Own Voices

Body To Die For
Originally uploaded by you can't see crazy.

In the mornings,
we would fight about all kinds of shit.
None of it was important,
but more often than not
I would arrive at my desk
with a tear-stained face
and a repressed scream
burning
like
heatburn.

Love, at times, is something that dulls the pain
just long enough for forgiveness to come scraping in.
It gives us what we need to center
and move on.
Repeat as needed.

There always is someone inside of you
that will never let you go.
In their heads,
the lucky have voices
that aren't their own.

Submit Your Favorite Flickr Photos!

I love a challenge, so I think it would be fun to write some flickrverses for requested photos. Here's how it works (a flickr account is required, btw):

• Add me, rev_justin, to your Contacts. I swear I won't bite.
  
• Find a picture you like. Anything goes, but I have the right to veto your pick. If I do veto it, I'll let you know why.
  
• Add the picture you want flikrverse'd to your favorites.
  
• Send me a flickrmail with:
  
  
  • A. The photographer's flickr username
    
  • B. The title of the picture

I expect the turnaround time for my response would be pretty quick for now. This may change in the future as my life changes.

I look forward to your photos!

bored, tired and hungry

bored, tired and hungry
Originally uploaded by will wade.

The Muzak
is putting me
to sleep,

but the people
all around
are
keeping me awake with their insessant, curious, judging looks

and brutal questions.

That was a while ago

towards moistness
Originally uploaded by B e r n a.

I sent you an email
after walking home
from the movies
in the rain.

I remember saying something
about
feeling alive.

I haven't heard from you since.

A Handsome Little Housefinch

A Handsome Little Housefinch
Originally uploaded by Digital Gurl.

The last thing to envy
is a bird.

Yes, they can fly,
but I would bet
they get
pretty
fucking
cold.