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Wed, 22 May 2013 11:41:13 -0700

i ache to have you nearmy heart bursts with too many beats per second thinking about how i...

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:13:00 -0700

i ache to have you near
my heart bursts with too
many beats per second
thinking about how i can’t
put my hand in yours
no longer
memories become shrouded
in the dust of my mistakes

and all i want is for you to forget
wipe them away
with the promise of growing old
& never looking back

romanticisms fall from your lipslike blood from an open woundi don’t know whether to believe...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:28:00 -0700

romanticisms fall
from your lips
like blood from
an open wound
i don’t know whether to
believe you or dismiss you

prompt: complex (a complex poem)

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:18:00 -0700

the little voices
inside of her head
don’t dare to go away even
when she tells them to

don’t let them break you
don’t let them define you

but from a young age
we learn to judge
to look down upon people
who aren’t multi-talented, multi-faceted
who smell like whiskey and cigarettes
who don’t have a degree

and there she is wasting away
wishing she were any place
but inside this four-walled
300-seats
claustrophobium of the arts

but you need it—
you fucking need it

but need is different than want
and all she wants is a chance
to close her eyes
and not study astronomical
equations
paradoxical abrasives
that scratch away
what she really cares about

and she’s yelling
at them now

shut up & let me be

but she’s a little too—
no that’s not the problem
wishful prayers leave her mouth
and tickle the air for a moment
then fade away with the wind

and they never stop judging
while she never stops yelling
and four years down the road
all she has is a degree in analyzing rhetoric
and a bad case of anxiety
that ripples through
her like a lightening storm

a tiny interlude

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:12:00 -0700

interludes of life and love
in a dark seedy bar
with burly men with thick muscles & mustaches
yelling at televisions
“what the fuck, play ball correctly you idiots”
downing their beers in one long gulp

you were next to me
i eyed you, checked you out
with my secret sideways glance
a man with a crooked smile, big hands,
and eyes that so endless
that they’d steal your soul
if you stared into them too long

i think you knew i was looking at you
because you scooted next to me
ordered two double jack & cokes
and slid one next to me.
“for you,”
as if it was a medal for being
the prettiest thing in the room

soon we were laughing
you liked my smile
and tickled my hand
with your fingers
i thought you were mine
for one night
but it was only twenty minutes
in the bathroom stall

and

i know you’ve done this before
you’ve made a girl’s body
weep with passion
swell with simple joy
like a jar sitting
under the faucet
overflowing with water
and running down the sides
intriguing

until i’m breathless
my hot sticky breath
smelling like the bottom
of a hobo’s shoe soaked in everclear
into the crook of your neck

you untangle yourself from
my dangling drunken limbs

and tell me,
“see you around.”

and i stare at the smudged
linoleum floor seeing dirt
in my reflection

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Sat, 18 May 2013 21:34:00 -0700

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Sat, 18 May 2013 21:01:38 -0700

let’s take a trip togetherfar east away from herecrawl...

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:45:00 -0700

let’s take a trip together
far east away from here
crawl through the snow
& wear mittens together
drink hot chocolate
watch your glasses fog up
as you tell me stories about
your distant childhood
your fingers sneak across mine
and i can listen
to you talk forever

she’s there again in the corner of the dark bardrinking wine, rumand irish coffeeslost in the...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:40:48 -0700

she’s there again in the corner of the dark bar
drinking wine, rum
and irish coffees

lost in the forest of memories
fighting bears, claws
& trees

blacking out really screwed her up real good

he was that type of guy— he was five o’ clock shadows, sandalwood musk,and salty sea...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:36:00 -0700

he was that type of guy— he was
five o’ clock shadows, sandalwood musk,
and salty sea air

she was a wanderer;
a journal, a pencil in hand, a book of
crossword puzzles half finished

they crossed paths, loved these things in each other, but never met

reality is not a hashtag,a status update or a reblog& sanity is not mobile devicesvibrating non...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:30:00 -0700

reality is not a hashtag,
a status update or a reblog

& sanity is not mobile devices
vibrating non stop; and it’s most certainly not
taking pictures of food before you eat it
slapping away hands of your “friends”
because they’re endangering your “art”

we’re all in an asylum

Why is John Mayer’s music the epitome of perfection? I feel so relaxed while trying to write...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:12:53 -0700

Why is John Mayer’s music the epitome of perfection? I feel so relaxed while trying to write right now; this feeling is amazing.

he greeted me with a smile that melted my bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palacewith guards...

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:55:00 -0700

he greeted me
with a smile
that melted my
bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palace
with guards who held swords, guns,
anything that would inflict some sort of damage)
into a pool of sin
laced with kerosene & pulled dreams from
the bottom of a dank wishing well
dreams of a happy place
a man and a woman
smiles a plenty creeping
across the face

but everything was twisted convoluted
screwed up like a knot you can’t untie
lies spilled from his lips
like a mess of boiling water & foam from overcooking

and happiness was a thousand-mile
plane ride away among perfect white clouds
away from my life—

he set me on fire the first chance he got.

i survived on two breathsto tell you i’d neverstop(abrupt pause that took your breath awayfor...

Sat, 18 May 2013 17:50:00 -0700

i survived on two breaths
to tell you i’d never
stop

(abrupt pause that took your breath away
for a moment in time)

loving you

and the last thing i would ever see
tears zigzagging down your face
as you shook your head no over and over again

and they fell onto my cold cheeks

waiting

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:20:00 -0700

always burned my tongue
on hot liquids,
froze my mind with
icy cream & slushes
tap tap tap my pencil, my fingers,
anything on table tops
to pass the time
as i was waiting

but i waited for you

never thinking that time
would stop and
lead me to you

because i’ve been
waiting 21 years to live and love
but was only consciously
waiting for six months
for you when old love failed
& it was only nine years from when i
learned what a prince charming was

i waited for you

and brainfreeze
& the tongue burns
were worth it all

They were careless people, Tom & Daisy— they smashed up...

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:49:05 -0700

They were careless people, Tom & Daisy— they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

epiicer: She wants the (ol)d (sport)

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:41:09 -0700

epiicer:

She wants the (ol)d (sport)

"Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:03:16 -0700

“Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.”

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via kaennomai)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 17:05:54 -0700