My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun
Emily Dickinson is officially my new girl crush.
Her lips, centimeters from his not quite touching Spread open. The smoke Pours out, Curling from the corners of her mouth. Circling around their parted lips. He sucks. Pulling the crawling vapor Into his lungs. A high off her tongue.
They bloom like roses, I continue because it’s obvious I’m the only...– Hips from Sandra Cisneros’ The House On Mango Street
I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.– Martha Smith
and my checks have baby farm animals on them, bitch– Jess from New Girl
she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again...
We were next door neighbors My sister and I Our rooms the same size, same shape A single wall separating our spaces We played and slept Watched T.V. Talked on the phone Hung out with friends in our rooms But We also spent time thinking about our bad behavior in our rooms Sent there for calling one another a mean name or fighting over who got to play on the computer next A single wall separating...
tiredfoxes: indiana. i measured my mid-western nights by half moon lime slices molding, defeated at the bottoms of beer bottles and when the bulky curves of a pickup truck began to look like poetic slants and the spidered windshields like well plotted line breaks i knew it was time i got out of indiana smash a bottle and pick the glass away from the rind and suck pack my pockets with state...
From every step lilacs sprung from under her heels from between her toes They re inflated peeling up from the earth as if they’d always been there All along As if she’d always been there And she didn’t care that much anymore about all those things about all the things She didn’t care anymore about what she shouldn’t She loved and laughed all the things she should The...
Message to all of you who use “anonymous” to verbally abuse people you barely know: You only do it because you know you don’t have to own up to your bad behavior. You really should be sorry. If you’re gonna be an asshole at least have the balls to own up to your big, bad words…sign your name! You obviously have nothing better to do than spread hate and discouragement...
A Woman's Body
A woman’s body, Once valued for it’s softness as a symbol of health and nutrients and life Now stands for nothing more than a product a product that never seems to get it right a supply never meeting it’s demand The angry mob of insatiable villagers stand ready to tear down every single piece of the shrine Throw flames to the boob fat, the fupa, and cankles, the...
Cigarette, an Anti-Haiku
Shimmering orange sparks Splatter the asphalt in the Smog of your tail pipe
Missing you is an urge pressing in my ribcage wings rap on bony bars
electusamor asked: I was wondering where you'd been! Nice to see you on tumblr again!
‘Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful thorns have roses.” -Alphonse Karr
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” Howard Thurman
Shadow of a Man
Your eyes lie on my skin On my curves Skimming the lines With no intention to learn Rushing Your touch is so quick Fingers are Erasers in a hurry to forget Your sweat Isn’t sweet Movements are shadows of dreams Your eyes lie on my skin Past mine I’m translucent when Your eyes lie
You’re so far away I am no where worth being Ever so lonely
In my childhood eyes Their love was one painted with most talented hands One made to outlast the ages But upon closer interpretation The details are less deceiving The paint is dripping The canvas is torn And where there once was a timeless masterpiece I see nothing more than a crayon drawing Not even fit for the refrigerator door All that I’ve known to be beautiful has failed me. ...
(In response to http://loveofwriting.tumblr.com/ ‘s writing prompt “use the line Guilt is an anchor”, I tweaked the line a little but I think it still holds true to the prompt :D ) It’s high tide And you roll in so drenched with fault You lap at my feet Teasing my wounds with your salt How do you wade In your sea of filth? How do you keep afloat With an anchor made of...
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When...– [via nightmarebrunette.wordpress.com] (via onedayisaw) Exactly how I feel every time Cory has to be away!
This was my response for the prompt given by http://loveofwriting.tumblr.com/. I love prompts and this one was pretty suiting for my mood in regards to the impending deployment this week. Together Ends I watch you fill your suitcase And hope it’s heavy with remnants of me Please don’t leave me at the threshold When the door splits us up and the miles separate us I can’t help...
Ours days are numbered...
I’m trying to limit how much personal stuff I put on my tumblr, and keep it more about writing/poems/art (which is personal, but you know what I mean.) Right now, though, that’s nearly impossible. I’ve had nothing to post because all that is on my mind is my husband leaving for his upcoming deployment. I can’t bring myself to write these feelings out, because I just...
rgrav-deactivated20120508 asked: no gift to bear you
but what I craft with this fuel
a wish undying
but what I craft with this fuel
a wish undying
I will let you read My words, Ailing me with hope Of an upward glance
thewaywardpoet-deactivated20110 asked: Then you must go crazy reading my poetry .. grammar ... i don't pay attention too :)
I’ve had too many drinks to be trying to post things on here…I had to edit my last post multiple times due to misspellings and typos :/
parjures asked: Thank you for the follow :)
My enamel crumbles Under the weight of my clenching jaw The creaking, squeaking, gritting sound echoes in my head As my teeth wear my teeth away My shoulders have shrugged So many why’s A web of thin skin has grown connecting the nape of my neck to my earlobes My knees pull into my chest Spring-loaded With grasping arms to hold them back Trying to pull me into myself Looking for internal...