lately
accept your now,accept your now, it's not as bad as you thinkaccept your now,
we are the universe staring in at itself
staring in at a thousand mirrors
lined up
back to
back to
back to back - we are a constant flood of change,
so how could we help it, how could anyone
help it any more than hold back the frothy surf with no more than bare flesh and will?
how could i help it? i didn't mean to change, i didn't mean to anything i just meant to hold this moment this right here burning in the pit of my throat just meant to sit alone sit pati
floor cleanersunshine poursfloor cleaner
through my six-pack window, though it's more like a five-pack— the glass is out in one pane and we had to use cardboard
to patch it
"at least it's getting warmer," he says, i sneeze
(pollen drips in
from the missing pane)
we haven't cleaned the floors since
the days when we could afford Lysol
but on the plus side his feet look beautiful
in the dust
climbing sycamoursI. Last night the ground smelled like Spring;climbing sycamours
today, the winds taste like it. It is a hollow flavor, indecisive and glamorous all at once like
fruit salad or bark.
II. The trees above us have hands that
tickle the sky, shaking off slivers of pollen and sneezes wherever their
cracked fingernails drop.
(but it’s worth it, if only to feel the curious phalanges of sunlight
probing our bodies
as they have not for months on months)
III. He talks and I listen
while opening my mouth wide to gulp down som
faraway
JadeWe lay upon the bed on our stomachs, the summer heat feeding on the water in our bodies and leaving our hairlines damp. The jewels my family has passed down like personality traits sit pooled in the center of the bed, icy cold from being hidden in the freezer: whispery blue aquamarines the color of tears, garnets and agates and diamonds sharp enough to cut glass; inky lakes of onyx and dark amethyst. You smile, trying on the sparkling rings although they are too small for your boyish, long hands. You have the fragile, opaque eggs of pearls draped around your neck.Jade
Bitter
| i'm starfish i think being a poet means living a life prone to metaphor. |
Tiny-Mouse-Something-Beautiful
,
Lonely
wow. i have no idea what that is, but it sure sounds new to me.
anyway, thank you for the
take care!
--
PillowSurgeon:
Someone that operates on pillows.
or
Pillow that operates.
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with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams
it is still a beautiful world
be cheerful. strive to be happy.
blessed be.
IT'S TRUE!
and now i feel bad because i haven't posted anything in forever. i've been kind of rut-like lately writing wise. i'll get something up there tomorrow though, promise.
--
with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams
it is still a beautiful world
be cheerful. strive to be happy.
blessed be.
but yay! i return your love! (:
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and they say that you breathe so loud they could shoot you in the dark.
--
with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams
it is still a beautiful world
be cheerful. strive to be happy.
blessed be.
--
im sleeping with a vampire
blessed be
if you really wanted me to get into it, i could, but i doubt you do. (:
--
with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams
it is still a beautiful world
be cheerful. strive to be happy.
blessed be.
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