February 2012
15 posts
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leave me standing
on the blue of shores
where you found me first—
a speck of the horizon on the tides,
not yet faint beyond the sun.
archive.
i could scroll through the volumes of my own history forever, spotting favorite poems dotted like loose pearls in a jewelry drawer. i often revisit them as i would a childhood vacation home; arms spread wide, gulping breath after breath of the briny air i so longed for, half-heartedly trying to quell a heart swelling with emotion while secretly reveling in the pain.
because there is a pain, no...
keep goin.
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“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
– Franz Kafka
“For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and...”
– Andy Rooney
I know you have the best intentions but I feel like I am a very high second priority for you. That hurts. And the worst part is I am starting to get used to it.
I don’t understand.
I know. That’s what kills me.
re-cover.
that city is a scar i need restitched.
it’s an argument i need the last word in, angrily stomping through outdoor markets, festivals, and hours on mute end, until i’ve said my final say and am reduced to meandering through parks and shops and restaurants, sweeping up ghostly shadows of perjured footsteps and placing them in a recyclable plastic bag decisively thrown away in a corner...
i constantly write poems that are for the both of you. no two could be more opposite, yet somehow that ache.
that ache is two interstate highways snaking down the map of my body; parallel, but separate. stretching into the pads of my fingertips, rippling as i flex my palms neurons firing
zap.
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lessons in love. →
explicit.
fuck me,
like a writer would.
etch upon my skin,
fables of tender
syllables, and
rigorous punctuation,
mark me commas,
in sentences swelled
of metaphors, and
semi-colons where
the focus is deliberate,
and the outcome paints
sonnets and odes
in that of crevices
on our skins,
pressed together
like bookends.
January 2012
51 posts
the story of how you’ll lose me.
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“Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you’ll understand what...”
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food for dating thought. →
Watchpowerful.
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share with me, your essence so that i can lasso a new sky
or drop me from life, six mountains away so that I may start over, a path less perilous.
I haven’t a reason
to feel content
when the skin
of stagnant milk
brings forth
memories of regret.
where are the hours
when I did not feel as sour,
and the orchises grew
from the fingers of midnight,
and the morning’s dew
brought tears to my eyes.
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that's the danger in writing, you know. →
you don’t forget.
“Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”....”
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predictedemise.
in the end, after all is said and done, too much will have been said
and not nearly enough done.
“the downpour had finally turned to flurries; a collective wish came true too...”
– written:dec27. completely forgotten about and rediscovered today.
“before we go a step further, you should know that i demand great. good will...”
– this is not a threat. it is a disclaimer.
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written:jan22,2010 →
apparently this sort of thing happens every year.
delayed devotion.
there should be a chickenpox rule on falling out of love. given the severity of it’s terribleness, everyone should only be forced to suffer it once if at all.
onefortysixam
what am i doing.
“how can you love someone if you don’t find the same small pieces of life...”
intricacies.
i’m starting to think the only thing you’ll ever understand about me is how to dripdrop the tiniest moments until they’re perfectly interspersed to get my hopes up that one day
you’ll understand the rest of me.
just start again and lift off before trouble just...
“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”
– Elizabeth Taylor
yep.