When you hold someone's pet for the first time:
mik-a-ela: LOOOOL OMFG
1.42 (bird bones) - L
at camp they would make us write poems about pictures but i’m too focused on packing lists and nutrition labels to worry bout the jealousy that has settled in the pit of my stomach or the way your sunglasses slide down your cheekbones every time you laugh.
Wait, what.: The guy I’ve been buying weed from... →
whydoihaveablog: The guy I’ve been buying weed from told me that he has two air conditioners in his bedroom. “So, like, there are people out there who buy energy-saving bulbs, recycle their plastic, and you? You’re like, ‘fuck it! Two air conditioners in the bedroom!” Acting like I thought it was ridiculous and…
1.41 (i want to be addicted) - L
the air conditioning is broken and we have to eat the ice cream before it melts. the bowls are unnecessary but we use them anyway. there are towers of dirty dishes in the sink because the dishwasher reeks and i’m too timid to open it and put the soap in. there’s something awfully romantic about the ridges in your spine as your bare back bends over the sink - washing last...
what do you call a preface that comes afterwards?...
even though A tells me not to, i feel as though i must post-face this latest post/series of posts. i feel stupid lately when i read back over things that i’ve written. i tell people that i’m a writer and feel like i’m lying. yes, i realize that the point of this resolution is to write no matter what, even if it’s ridiculous, but i’ve been feeling particularly shallow...
1.40 (ficciones) - L
somewhere between bitching out the handsy drunk who followed us all the way down main street and recounting it in a voice loud enough to be overheard, i realize that letting you have your way was the biggest mistake i’ve ever made. i had an epiphany today regarding my inability to be alone with you. i am subconsciously terrified that i’m sending the wrong signals - that i’ll let you take...
1.39 (horse feathers) - L
my head phones are tangled and tranquilizers don’t help me sleep at night. i’m 44 days gone and the only thing that can convince me to close my eyes is the album you bought me on the way to the airport.
1.38 (bob and weave) - L
it sounds stupid but i used to go to the place where you worked, slowly wandering the slick tiles, treating you to the side of my neck and the swell of my hips. it sounds stupid but i used to be in love with glimpses of you.
Day 205, 7/25/11 - A (Part Two)
7/16/11 I put all the tutti-frutti jelly beans In the felt-lined cupholder Of the sawdust scented minivan. Tutti-frutti was my favorite but Today they taste like hospital runs. 7/17/11 I titled this poem blueberry And then Kian told me to write about Sideburns sore muscles and Soul patches. 7/18/11 She ate sherbet at the kitchen counter, Sucked spoons that tasted like Lemon...
Day 205, 7/25/11 - A
Been a while. Be cool. 7/10/11 Spiders and water Spiders spin webs in corners And in thin ripples. 7/11/11 I slept through the Smoky Mountains Except for gas stations and pizza Doritos And chocolate Frosties in Sylva. U2 is playing on the stereo and The peanut butter in these sandwiches Is crunchy and the Smoky Mountains are Men in hunting boots watching us pass. 7/12/11 ...
1.37 (the slump) - L
even after all this time you are forever tripping up the rough concrete stairs - still ill suited to this stadium. you feel like you’re in a bar that you lied to get in to - you’re too young, too inexperienced to be hitting balls with the men you collected and kept stuck to the brim of your Red Sox cap. chaffed by the shoes you endorsed and are now forced to wear, you long to play...
we clustered around her voice to hear raw emotion and fall in love with our homes as she slides as fingers slide over marble table tops from A Minor into C Major and then F
1.36 (lions) - L
being here reminds me how much i’ve put off - how much i’ve given up for the sake of waiting for something better. i regret everything, but there’s no sense in changing now.
1.35 (beginnings) - L
you met him at a costume party. he went as freud and you were intrigued by his pipe and thinly veiled melancholy.
this stirring in my stomach slips from eager excitement towards dry mouth illness— tomorrow come soon
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I do dearly hope confectionery treats will mend your broken heart
we can all feel this anticipation thrashing madly in our hearts—lions on hot coals— for this soon-coming arrival at our second home
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins...– Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Chapter Seven: The Sorting Hat
1.34 (mia cara) - L
i have chips stuck in my molars and my hair is a mess and my eyes are itchy and my mascara is all smeary and i’m wearing men’s pajama pants and i’m feeling a bit down but today was wonderful.
here’s the proclamation for my sisters and brothers and genderless siblings: you and I and he and she and you and me we’re the stars in the sky and we’re the daydream believers and those who were born this way to grow strong and stare into the muzzles of twenty-one guns. we weren’t born for these restrictions, regulations; we’re here for the jump start into thought and innovation, and...
1.33 (am i an imagist?) - L
breeding ground for used book stores and back alley street art, cunningly clever and sweltering softly in the sticky heat, crumbling and trying to hang on, city of the understated mainstream. they tell me you are a stepping stone and i believe them because for the past three years i’ve been catching my shoulders on doorjambs and nursing blisters, because i’ve outgrown you. they tell me you are...
Day 200 Culmination--R
It never mattered where I was Born or who heard my first Words, I am here for love and Guidance and free will and revolution; Eight times every day I have to tell my mother I Love her, because I’m afraid once we Take another breath, life could end on the wrong foot; I quit their lifestyle to prove a Point to myself—I am strong and I can resist wrong doing. Today I Feel more lost without...
1.32 (fresh cut and still rotting) - L
today is the 200th day of the year but i’m choosing to live by the seconds in between blinking and breathing. i’ve written 200 poems but i feel like i haven’t gotten anywhere worth going. i’ve lived another 200 days, but what is that but a fraction of the whole? you tell me i’m arbitrary, and i bite my tongue to keep from disagreeing. i haven’t seen you in...
1.31 (title sequence) - L
you find it strange that i name my poems afterwards so today i’m starting at the beginning. but that’s the problem isn’t it? i’ve already told the story.