January 2012
21 posts
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helpless.
it’s a shame to feel like you can never be alone. that something will always eat away at you. and i’m tired of writing about the same ol’ damn thing which has never gott- en me anywhere. i feel helpless and i’m tired of asking for favors. friends are my taxi and although i feel higher than that of them i’m sure it’s the only way they feel. i’m a...
December 2011
20 posts
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Bathtub Full of Blood
i lick my lacerations and hide razorblades underneath my tongue. in hopes that if she cuts me deep i’d slit her wrists and heal her as she hung.
— Afieya Kipp
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poesa.
pilgrimsoulinme:
A sense of sin, sounding off the tongue, unhurried, slow and unctuous, as the song hissed from dripping hips. She was the sun, both sanguine and unfair, filling my nose with ambrosial nonsense and truth, wet regression set like sweet hypnosis against the snicker of my cellphone and the rain.
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Footnote To Howl by Allen Ginsberg
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel! The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you...
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still learning
i long for a freedom no one can give me, i must find myself.
and as a person who aims for a sexuality, and a life fluid, and without fear, if your mind is a capsule expel from me.
keep judgments to yourself, i long for nothing of the sort.
and if all you can do is tell me how to live my life with a rigid set of rules to abide by, i have nothing but fear and sadness for you.
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unsure what i am looking for
drowning in confusion, abuse, and the thin line of right and wrong. the past, present, future linger and haunt like an ex-lover’s scent. a stench that invades. it does not apologize for causing a brutal nostalgia of loss and regret stinging your supple skin. the poison of caring too much, acting as a selfless vessel, you want to solve their problems but you cannot. face it.
young girls...
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pieces
remember when we first met, we had so much in common it was suspicious? we’d both point at each other and exclaim, “i’m on to you!” laughing and smiling ‘cos we both knew there was nothing to hide; we are simply that alike.
i know it is not over but it feels so. i am missing your smile and kiss as if i will never have them again.
but your shoes lay in the corner of...
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back burner
bearer of your cruel words i carry them in my belly for my heart was too full of your sweet words gemini, gemini make up your mind the evil twin likes me too much, i see him most and i care too much, i cannot drop you like the dime let me know you will give this time reserve me in your heart and mind i will take back burner for you.
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tread these waters carefully
perhaps you learn this time not to speak out of anger the consequences, stronger than you think i want you to think the world of me after all, that is how i think of you and it hurt when you blew us away into fragments straight to the sky, the sun, that fizzled us in seconds.
prove to me, darling prove to me soon that i am as important as you say that we are as great as we feel, to me because you...
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missing link
where is the fire my love that ignited our connection and why does it feel like the stew is calming i want to boil under the sun we create and be born again in you
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gracelandmomma asked: I'm interested in publishing my writing and was wondering how are you going about that process.
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“i know that it is all
a matter of hands.
out of the mournful sweetness of...”
– Anne Sexton (via rockwriteon)
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Goal for the next month:
Finish editing my second book of poetry, Ghosts Under Veil, and FINALLY get it published!
Spread the word! ;)
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orphan
i want health the mental kind but i’m trapped in a cage buried deep inside my mind
can you see me struggle under the weight of the water thrashing limbs and flooding lungs an oceanic slaughter
you watch me drown you watch me falter throw in the anchor listen to the demons, “assault her!”
like Plath herself a bell jar envelops the darkness weighs in hopelessness develops
it...
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Complicated
scratchesonapage:
There is a blue moment between sunset and sunrise when all the messages on your homepage are outgoing and you know it won’t be soon that the answer arrives
so you sit with your hands tied into fists and a mouthful of knots that you swallowed to your stomach
until a light comes on somewhere and you feel less alone.
There is a piece of warmth in the wintry weather when you...
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when i exhale it feels as though ten thousand nails are pried from my soul you put them there and you and you i allowed them to stay not on purpose my unconscious rules most of the time and it aches at night to be alone and think of everyone everything everywhere else their lives and their goals their loves and their happiness i rot away as i always do alone, allowing the brain to stew it...
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red orchid
i was happy for a time a brief time (at least compared to my sullen three years of solitude) until you showed your true colors of red fury and pain they leaked onto me sizzled through my skin like a bitter acid and i wept my tears into the holes of my wounds i continue to weep ‘til the acid leaves your bloodstream.
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“…it didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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flutter
when i see you, angel with the shredded wings, i see that the fire reached you too soon.
i understand it bit me too if it weren’t for you i’d be back at ground zero with nothing to lose but my own ambitions and as much as you illuminate me you tear me down we can build up together if you’re willing to try don’t be shy together we’ll fly
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landtsof asked: first just let me say i love your writing, some of it really speaks to me :). second i have a question: i like to draw and one day i was sketching and i put one of your poems into the art. since the picture is sitting in a pile of papers stuffed in my desk, ive yet to put credit for you on the paper. i would love to put more of your work into my art but i feel like i should ask first. is this ok?...
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look at me wretched slut is that how you view me? i’ve shared myself to excruciating ends and this is how you repay me? assumptions and accusations of the worst kind binding me hang me like jesus on your cross of pathetic guilt and shame what are you hiding to place me on a pedestal of evil fame? i can’t change your past i wish i could i wouldn’t hurt you the way those people did...