traceusback-'s Recommended Blogs of 2012
These are blogs whose authors have strong and beautiful voices, and they write the kind of words I wish I could write. You should take the time to read and admire them.
Bourgeoisie (bourgeoisie) // home is the dying ember in the dark that will never fail to keep you from falling off the meandering path
Between the Sternum and the Spine (cultivatingcourage) // you are a collection of aborted hobbies, life lessons half-learned, ideas you’ll get back to later
iammmtheocean (iammmtheocean) // but I am the dream girl and you are always awake
There really must be something wrong with me (-escapist) // Promises blew away in a slight breeze as soon as they fell from his mouth.
I Write Sometimes (loisaswriting) // And in exchange for / your bones, you may take / my skin, waxed and paled.
bright lights, loud noises (brightlightsloudnoises) // you can build love like music and fire, / explain the shape of falling water, / you can / watch the / dust strain through sunlight
puppet strings (puppetstrings) // as we bled calligraphy in the sheets / Gaza leapt from our lips
This Is The Piano Dropping (cabbycan) // I wake / some mornings / angry at the sun / bitter at the light / breaking through my window / like a baseball
Multiverse (declanbarr) // sleep between seconds / slip between stars / and the silence / the silence / the silence
disjointedly (velixir) // i would slip through your fingers / corrosion in your joints while you / flailed at emptiness, / can you hear me now?
You soothe my soul, saturate me whole. (yousoothemysoul) // I cannot write about the rain.
Blank Slate (blankslate) // but people are not what grow / from cracks in the pavement.
misthoughts;; (misthoughts) // And when my friends tell me I look beautiful all I can think is 'beauty is linear' / and now no one can see the beauty in my bones.
Organized Chaos (coexistingwords) // I have perfected the art / of opening doors / but closing them / is not my strong suit
Sail Away (mobywhite) // i keep seeing lights glide past my peripheral from cars going by the window. i like to imagine they’re ghosts.
Intangible Gains (freshwaterwhales) // and I press my nose against the window so / that I can see the city silhouetted in the rain / behind my own reflection, the edges of my face / half-lit, all of it half-foreign, half-familiar.
find me a better believer (kamees) // I remember when we used to put up Christmas lights to remind ourselves that we were happy.
Happy 2013! Thank you all for continuing to inspire me.