Tag Archives: love

secret keeper

She kept her heart tied up in the cellar

I’d visit

From time to time

Laying kisses on the palpitating thrusts

Signs of life

Reaching from her insides

Left out

But locked away

Exposed

But left to fray

She kept her mind sealed up in the attic

I’d visit

Occasionally

Rubbing temples no longer connected to her entity

Cries of strife

Poured out

Left over from

From her past life

The day she asked me to stay

There was a little box inside her hands

“Open it”

She said

In a breath so sweet

I had instant cavities

“Open it”

She said

Before I fully took off the top of the box

Revealing the key beneath the lid

She threw her arms around my neck

Whispering…

“It might be the last thing I’ll regret.”

sound and magic ♥ blue is the warmest color

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Currently at Cannes an awaking, intimate portrayal of Lesbian love has everyone buzzing.  Blue Is The Warmest Color, directed by Abdellatif Kechiche, tells the story of a high school girl, Adèle (played by Adele Exarchopoulos) who falls for, Emma, a very interesting, intriguing older graduate student (played by Lea Seydoux).

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Some are only talking about this film because of the sex…which there is a lot of.  And by a lot I mean A LOT.  There’s one main scene that last 10 whole mins… none of which seems simulated.  These actresses threw themselves into the entirety of the roles, especially the sex.  Now the unfortunate part of taking such creative chances in film is that it can overshadow what could be…and just might be an amazing work of art for the story alone.

“Charmed but also intimidated by Emma’s maturity and confidence, Adèle enters the relationship at something of a disadvantage, but the sex scenes allow them to gain an equal foothold, their bodies joined together in shared ecstasy. (There’s a reason why they need to be so explicit: We have to believe fully in these two people’s erotic connection, which is palatable, convincing and utterly unadorned.)” – Tim Grierson (Paste Magazine)

People will dwell and gossip about whether it’s too graphic, or too explicit…completely forgetting whether or not the film, at the core, does it’s job.  And isn’t it a filmmakers job to tell a story?  The best love stories aren’t just butterflies and rainbows.  They’re sticky and sweet…and get under your skin  So perhaps this isn’t soft porn for male eyes disguised as a lesbian coming of age story.  Maybe it’s just about love, period.

“Kechiche’s movie requires patience, but that patience is rewarded by opening up a love affair to show how so much of our personal struggles—about growing up, about trying to trust another person, about getting over our own insecurities—are tangled up in our relationship with a partner.” – Tim Grierson (Paste Magazine)

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There are a bevy of brilliant reviews of the film.  My favorite of which you can check out at the below links:

www.pastemagazine.com by Tim Grierson  “To reveal too much else of Blue’s storyline would be to rob the viewer of the gentle twists and shifts in the characters’ dynamic. But then again, a plot description really doesn’t do justice to the nuance of what Kechiche has achieved. In understated scene after understated scene, the movie organically chronicles how any relationship—straight or gay—evolves over time, skipping the usual loss-of-passion obviousness for something much more insightful.”

www.film.com review by Jordan Hoffman “There’s a “let’s meet for closure” scene that is so heartbreaking, so true and, importantly, so true to these characters and their specific relationship that it (deep breath now) ranks as one of the most emotionally devastating moments I’ve seen in a drama ever.”

www.variety.com by Justin Chang  “It’s a simple, even predictable story, yet textured so exquisitely and acted so forcefully as to feel almost revelatory.”

www.hollywoodreporter.com by Jordan Mintzer  “ …sex and love can, in the best cases, become one and the same, uniting two people who might actually have less in common than they believe.”

 

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Life moves on
Even when you’re standing still
Hope dies
So lies develop in your mind
Kicking you forward towards doors
You’re not ready to walk through
Keeping you from staring at that picture on the wall of the two of you
Back when your face in her head
defined love too
She’s “happy you’re not together”
As are you
As are you?
More lies.
Or not.
The truth is buried beneath
Every little fragile part of me
Digging at the chance of getting hurt
So we’ll just leave the past
In the dirt
There’s another rabbit
Wearing your favorite top hat
I can’t compete with that
Smiles camouflage frowns
Fresh flesh helps in calming down
Newness keeps the doctor away
Things are better today
I’m totally…
Ok
More lies
It’s safer this way.

this is how we fall

Too young to know better
Too old to dream
Jaded by anger dismayed by the steep
Hill laid out to climb
Soaked in time muddled
Diluted in teardrops
Blended with her mind’s eye
This is how we fall
Head over heels
With our backs against the wall
Transmitting wavelengths
Throats heavy
Knees buried
Deep under straining for the crawl
This is how we fly
With our wings
Plucked from our sides
Cement thrown over faces
Searching for new heights
New flights
Turn into new fights
My sight
Made clear
To steer

In the other direction.

sound and magic ♥ stay

Relevant…still.

While my friends and I were driving home we were playing a bevy of old and new ear candy. When this came on we were playfully required to all sing along. Halfway through Turcois turns around and says, “that’s your shit.”

I nodded while pouting…”yeah, it is so my shit.”

“Funny you’re the broken one
But I’m the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the light
It’s hard to know which one of us is caving”

 

every color

We’re going to be so epic.

She said before her lips knew what her mouth had in mind.

Like wildfire in the midst of dry heat.

We were on fire.

The little hairs on the back of my neck couldn’t disagree.

The tips of my fingers celebrated in streets slick with glisting sweat.

We were inspired.

We were every color of love a little girl could dream about.

And this…was only the beginning.

sound and magic ♥ isn’t anyone tryin’ to find me…

I had an overall awesome year…but things got a little clouded and dark towards the end. I don’t have much family that “knows” me. And the rest are scattered around the US…strangers to each other, including me. Growing up an only child can be a blessing or a curse. I suddenly started to think of my biological dad, still a touring funk musician now in his 60s or something like that…”sampled by Kanye West, Public Enemy, Eminem” blah blah…all things I’ve read off his band’s fb page while stalking…and thinking how he communicates with fans all over the world…but has never cared to get to know me…and then my stepdad, the only “dad” I grew up with…went slightly MIA after my Mother’s death. The occasional FB “Hey Kid” is the extent of our current relationship. I get it…it’s hard to look at me…let alone be around me when I remind him of her. That or…never really wanting kids makes it easy to bounce with nothing holding you to that child…no marriage…no blood ties…

I have abandonment issues and then some. Textbook. Anyone who leaves…really really leaves to me. And the simplest goodbyes hurt ten-fold. Lately I’ve been dealing with an on and off love situation. If you can even call it that…considering…

I’m starting to wonder if it ever was real.

Whatever the case I’ve wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and have Charlotte remind that through all of it…I’ll be ok. Because I’m her daughter and I am strong.

Just one more moment with her.

I’ve been missing her so much…nothing else really matters.

….

Anyhow…I was much younger when this song came out and I used to listen to it constantly. Heard it again, randomly, today. Thought it was fitting…

“I’m standing on a bridge
I’m waiting in the dark
I thought that you’d be here by now
There’s nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I’m listening but there’s no sound

Isn’t anyone tryin’ to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home…”