February 2012
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twelve.
Good poetry must come from linen closets Where I found god Good music And fresh towels.
There are times when I’m sitting in my closet surrounded by love and laughter and I feel great sadness for what is missing. I am uninspired.
I am doubtful. Should we talk like nothing happened like you never said what slipped from your lips And I never cried through act one.
I see the elephant...
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sixteen.
I was walking on a river When I heard the sounds of my book My eyes bled into its pages Finding solace in the organization of letter next to Letter I wrote to my mother Three years ago but still haven’t mailed it The right corner has a stamp The left a cocktail umbrella Its raining and useless I am not that small.
Remember after all that we are erasable Pencil drawings and oil pastels Hung...
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nine.
I got my afternoon tea from that little red stand with the foreign music The air was cold I pulled my jacket closed People faded into themselves Blurs of face and body I caught my reflection in a storefront And struggled to understand How anybody could be smiling, laughing, On a day in a world without inspiration.
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I built my life around possibilities Of never giving up on us The days are hard When you are sad and doubting
April’s weather is taunting Where the sun is like summer And we are reminded of last Warming our skin by the waves
The yellow room we shared How perfect it was looking back But so imperfect in time The aggravation
Memory is something I don’t want this to be Ripping...
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My parents sat in the waiting room for six hours and I am told that my father said ‘that’s a shame’ to my condition and it was.
My boyfriend didn’t visit me for the whole of while recovering. I hurt still.
The day before I turned 19 I got a tattoo. my dad didn’t talk to me for a few days my mom smiled. she had always wanted one. a rose to cover her breast cancer...
one.
we settle back into our selves suddenly they are separate you there and I here it is hollowing
it is in your words things that are useless spoken only to keep conversation running
I’m small and sad
anger filled the white of your eyes sorry doesn’t matter you were nowhere near there
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the best review i'd ever gotten.
I was so impressed by your writing of, as well as, your reading from nineteen. One, I love how each poem communicates with the next, yet the continuity can invoke a feeling of surprise. For instance, “…a drawer of completely useless lingerie,” followed by, “I gave up on dreams a long time ago,” seem to cohere perfectly & the lines together bring about an even...
We all know the best part of today is the...
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“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every...”
– Kyoko Escamilla (a.k.a Brain-Food) (via elizabeth517)
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Great Loves
In my dating life I’ve done a lot of stupid things. But I’ve also done a lot of right things. From the time I was 17-22 I had dated the same guy. I thought that we would have a story book kind of love where I’d meet and marry my high school sweetheart. I think for awhile, I held onto that hope for so long, that I overlooked everything that was wrong with the relationship. There...
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pinoy-prince asked: You've never seen Rocky Horror??
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Bold What Applies To You. →
maningeeksclothing:
I am a male.
I am a girl
I am shorter than 5’4.
I think I’m ugly.
I have many scars.
I tan easily. (I mean, I’m tan all the time.)
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have some friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I want a tattoo.
I am self-consious about my body.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more...
Watchgreenorblue:
Some fun in a parking garage.
This dude’s album makes me cum on a daily basis. Must date more singers.
January 2012
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