Friday, August 31, 2007


added song

i can’t wait till i’m dancing shirtless in savannah to the sweet sounds of coquette , et all

once again

is it tradition to finish the bottle of vodka in your freezer before making a long road trip wherey ou aren’t driving?

it should be

don’t judge me

last night/today is so much better now

room is bare bones

bones are under skin

everyone can see my ribs

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 11:05 pm  

Wednesday, August 29, 2007


my mind is thirsty
if not novels or curious facts,
I stay up late drinking tidbits
of private lives

—-

tattered, worn comforter
more comforting for its wear
wrapped loosely around your body
somehow more worn for its comfort

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 10:17 pm  

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Brake World


me at brake world

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 6:24 pm  

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The Gray Days


I can’t sleep, and the gray is pushing against my window.
Let’s put together some images.

I’m obsessed with the idea of gray.
That such a simple and often overlooked word could hold such imagery, emotion, and meaning.

Gray is an idea of being in between things. It is in between colors and in between emotion. It is the cloudy sky on a dreary day but it is also the early morning, and a feeling of anticipation. It could be considered the neutral, or to represent those who live their lives between the absolute morals of others. It can leave one feeling empty or be totally overpowering.

Maybe you associate it with depression, but I feel that is much too simplistic. Gray is simply not as easily classed as bubblegum pink or blood red, perky or violent, or forest green and sea blue, growing and calming, the all encompassing gray is something much much more powerful.

I can think of nothing better to describe what I am currently obsessed with in imagery, both photographic and literary.


posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 10:01 pm  

Monday, August 20, 2007


Stopping in the middle of the room, I dropped to the floor. A soft orange light coming from the hallway crept across the room to meet the darkness seeping in at the window. Slowly, I found myself moving. I stretched, contorting my body, finding muscles long unused, straining into shapes with no name. And, pushing against the night, I burned.

I stood, and caught myself in a mirror, shirt clinging to shaking ribs, heart beneath resounding. I was as a beast released, too long caged in the small private places of city living, unable to move for fear of upsetting some delicate something. It was momentary, no true freedom to be found between beige walls, but a hope for things to come.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 9:11 pm  

Monday, August 20, 2007

In Between and Lost


it’s strange to think that this was once my home. Was I ever truly comfortable in this house? I feel so odd here that it borders on physical pain. I’ve already seen more conflict than I have in months.. and my sister’s cat is shaking, she tells me the doctors don’t know what is wrong with it. I think it’s just the energy here, the poor animal can’t take it.

I’ve had an extremely transient lifestyle, lately. A dorm is never a proper home, either. I’ve decided that even though I’m moving into a dorm at the start of this year, again, I want to move out at the first possible chance. I need a place to call my own, even for a small time. Either that or I need to truly embrace a traveling lifestyle, consider the world my home. Right now I’m in between and lost.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 4:52 am  

Friday, August 17, 2007


and I think to myself
as I watch the sun peak over building tops
how can one sleep
when there is a girl to kiss
before the train takes her to futures unknown
and roads to walk
with the first leaves of fall
softly trailing,
whispering

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 11:35 pm  

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


I just got off the phone with a friend of mine I used to consider my best friend when I was a kid.
Haven’t seen him for a while though. We went our separate ways during high school.
He’d fallen through a skylight at his summer job, and can’t eat anything solid.
Has a pretty positive attitude about it, expected to make full recovery.

Hopefully we’re going to hang out next week while I’m back in massachusetts.
If it’s right after I get my tonsils out, that would be pretty funny.
We could have ice cream.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 5:07 am  

Monday, August 13, 2007


I am going to make a book, it will be called “snapshots”
or
“snapshots: the gray days”

and it will be a collection of words
with maybe some pictures

and it will be small and you will leave it in your bathroom to read
when the sun is rising through fog
and you’re tired of staring at the crack near your left toe

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 8:15 pm  

Sunday, August 12, 2007


the summersick
sipping water and swallowing
with eyes clenched, subtly pained
brushing a fly off the windowsill
replacing the silence with the sound of a fan
feeling the cool air on your sweat
and
looking down to see your nails have grown
and
are blackened with the grime of time passed
while you were unaware


posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 8:54 pm  

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