June 2012
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May 2012
37 posts
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Granted.
Bloodless pamphlets
cut down
to transit size
while the ice cracks
right beneath the lip of a glass
the light returns
and I say nothing
features dip
one pause
and then label the foundation
for the seasons
to be printed
between absent shapes.
: “When do you find time to dream, and what are... →
ghostsandall:
“When do you find time to dream, and what are you building, exactly? Not at work, but, you know, for yourself? I am volatile and I am crazy but at least I do it out here in the open. Maybe – and you won’t like this, but – maybe I’m the balance, because the world you’re building is becoming grey…
amaranthinehaze asked: Oh m gosh, thank you.<3 I'm actually in love with your poetry. You are so talented, honestly. Much love to you!
francine asked: I love you two as a couple. Much happiness and love.
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Joyous Cutlery
Lifting the scene
startled
by the immensity
of undiminished brightness
in your mood
impressed
with my behaving
wasting time
so devoutly
balking
so gently
belt unloosed…comforting the last to go.
http://www.cheers-pricks.tumblr.com →
Best fashion blog around y’all. My girl knows what’s hot in the streets.
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AK
Sails up
eyes crossed over fingernails
half done-up
skin
so white
that blood seems purple
flowing
through sky blue
valdez veins
from there
or
(let me rephrase that)
from here
that piece of glass seemed so small
until
it ended up between your toes
and you bent down
to collect the purple confetti
long before
the scary part of all that’s left
too tired to look
in the...
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“I feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years.”
– Breece D’J Pancake
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Vivaneverever
Sulphur clocks
knocking
the formless seconds
straight off of each eyelash
left unattended
until you said
“It’s dawn isn’t it?”
after a silence
in breach of inert scatter
that smile
lips opened from tepid daybreak
gently moving
those descriptive thighs
with faint quivering
until they touch in flood.
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If I Had
Undoing that dress
moving a shoulder strap
singular
then plural
falling into a puddle
of mouthed words
anyways
turning red faster than leaves
honestly owned
like a lightbulb too thin to touch
somewhere
between tired&faint
on a slow bed I cannot see.
francine asked: For one of your poems...I'll bite.
Wrote something last night…but after being awake for 30 hours I passed out hard…so…after work I shall post it.
Hmmm
I will write/post a poem tonight. Send me a message if you think it’s a good idea.
“Paint what you like and die happy”
– Henry Miller (via francine)
April 2012
38 posts
1 tag
Walked.
Stars tacked up
behind my place at the table
bending the sky
like
eyelashes brushing against
the back of my knee
so
so selfishly commonplace
no effigies
special enough for
your calm brown skin
to accept a multitude of kisses
after April sleep
cradled by wind beaten hair
splintering upwards
into a anointed bedside signature.
gimme-sunshine:
Ryan Adams — Gimme Sunshine
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Arjuna
Cardboard eyes
thick as
stop right there
foster the bow
with a mailman smile
oh
what a keeper
I will
outlive that glass
all ten spirited stages
clasp my soul
while
my eyes adjust to you
wearing the ocean
across your heaving chest
calling you secret
hunting down
your every kiss
and turning
your stockings inside out
before a slow
ablution by tongue
...
fuckinyeswhiskeytown:
Whiskeytown — Barter Town
