jane.nurse

Phone-Man

“Electric circuitry- an extension of the central nervous system”

“Media by altering the environment, evoke in us unique ratios of sense perceptions. The extension of any one sense alters the way we think and act- the way we perceive the world. When these ratios change, men change.”

ferme tes yeux

chasse tes reves

avant que la soleil te leve 

je resterai ici

dans la prise de ton ame

“Every night fucks every day up

Does your heart ever hurt so much you feel like you can’t breath?

And when you do its a struggle and brings you no relief?

Do you hold back the tears for days at a time

Then let them all out at once and then tell them you’re fine?

Do you dread the days ahead and pray for them to pass,

While you stay curled up in your bed, hoping they go by fast?

Do your hands tremble while you think and try push your thoughts aside,

But do the thoughts always return no matter how hard you try to hide?

Are you terrified of yourself? And what you might do?

Because you know it won’t fix anything tomorrow, but right now that doesn’t seem true?

Do you sit and stare at nothing, unable to feel the ground?

On those days you are left numb; no feeling, no taste, no sound.

Do you pray for happiness? Or dream of escape?

Do you plea to defeat the sadness, so you can wake without its trace?  

Are you exhausted from your feelings, left beaten from your thoughts?

Trees

“I think I shall never see

A poem so lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree”

-Sergeant Joyce Kilmer

An though its life may slowly fade

The tree’s imperfect beauty still remains.

It’s leaves gradually dying; one day all decaying to dust

“The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart”

Love is but a number

Age is but a dream

Life is but a fleeting sting,