January 2012
Found a shirt in my bedroom
it’s not mine, but it’s clean. Wearing it to bed. Is that weird?
Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 in Eb Major - Andante
Chopin
and Plath’s Ariel
and bed.
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Crusade
I wear your clothes at night to not remind my body of its own attempted ruin. I dream of dust and dead leaves and the soft space beneath your clavicle. I praise your crooked ways of loving; your handgun affections. You carved your likeness into my retinas, illuminated the current that carries my heightened unrest.
For all of this, I continue to forgive that we will ascertain our once holy...
Writer’s block is all metaphysical.
All it takes is the pressing of the keys, the brush of the hand, the stroke of the ink, the brush of the hand, the pressing of the keys, the explosion in the brain, the letters traveling through your veins, gathering beneath the skin blueish and vibrant.
I think that graduating Berklee will be the best...
Sometimes, it’s so suffocating to be here.
I only have 20 hours left to raise money for my...
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December 2011
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It's finals week and
I’m on my second hot chocolate and kahlua of the night. No I’m not finished studying, it’s just time to write a song. And perhaps conduct some Stravinsky, which can and should of course be carried out under the influence. Tomorrow begins the real mayhem. Tonight we drink!
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Hey Check out this music thing I do!
My Temporary Band Website
I just put up a new sowng. I’m gonna re-record it with more gusto, but this will do for now. Enjoy!
November 2011
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Silent Night
When the devil sleeps, you will die in your own arms beneath a wolf moon.
“She would consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is, when you consider...”
– Paolo Coelho (via howourheartsbehave
)
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November 27
You are sitting next to him in his car. The car isn’t going anywhere, but you are still buckled in. You don’t want to cry but you are crying and picking at the calluses on your fingertips even though you don’t want to be doing that either. You want to say that you know he doesn’t love you anymore and that you don’t either even though you turn each other inside out. You want to say...
ghostsandonionskins:
I like it when you fall over- still so beautiful in blush because we’re not perfect though we’d both deny it and for one so-long-as-you’re-not-hurt second I know you might be as vulnerable as I feel beside your Helen of Troy angles your conversation-starting curves
Yay my first demo! →
Punch in the Face Poetry: "A Working List of... →
punch-in-the-face-poetry:
When I said I wasn’t with another girl the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time, it’s because it wasn’t actual sex.
In the February that began our radio silence, it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts that go below your waistline.
Not only do they make you look too young, but…
9/30
It is said that you can tell a lot about someone by the way that they sleep. Like, being flat on your back is supposed to mean that you don’t like being the center of attention, of sleeping in the fetal position means that youre tough on the outside but fragile inside. Growing up, my family members called me the furnace. I can’t decide if my needing to fold myself around another...
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I think 10/30
What I Remember
I am three years old I am about to dance Madame Butterfly I am in the dressing room I am watching the older girls Carefully applying dramatic makeup to one another, I am admiring their graceful figures, I am looking at my little swollen belly, I am already imagining my future self as a beautiful ballet dancer. I am three years old. I accidentally push my best friend off of...
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8/30
I am trying, with all of the strength I have left in this tired body, not to write about love. I do everything in my power not to immortalize love’s shortcomings and stained apologies. It’s just your head resting upon my chest, quiet and subdued. It’s your tongue wounding my side, again— your throat clearing and my bad habits. I didn’t want to print ...
Watchforget-me-notsandmarigolds:
pinkkchocolate:
bastardfromabasket:
So much happy.
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7/30
Wanted
10. Your fingerprints are brushstrokes, relentless down my spine. You desire to take all of everything I have worked so hard to preserve.
9. I did not want to kiss in the field, but I don’t think I could have stopped you. 8. The mind becomes a sinister web. It is nearly impossible to track the trajectory of the madness we have created.
7. I can’t leave you.
6. You wrap...
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6/30
Birthday For Pops Two parts whiskey. One part lemon. One part water. Because tonight is the kind of delicate that runs deep as blood, that only lineage can comprehend. Tonight is the kind of numb where I could use a hand from my brothers. Two parts whiskey. Because he knew the meaning of every wrinkle on his hands; because he was worthy of every wrinkle on his hands.— to repair men at war;...
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4/30?
I live on the first floor of a house that is too cold. Across the street, there are quiet people; upstairs there are other people. People upstairs, fucking trample the staircase to get into their homes. They beat down each step, right over my head regardless of any peace I may have finally fucking found. They have anvils for feet, and I swear to god,
they are trying to break through the ground.
Jungle
It’s just not fair, that as humans we are expected to function on such a high level all the time when we simply don’t have the gumption. Despite the too much amount of work work work workworkwork we have to do— we should have the choice to pause the urgency until we’re poised for attack.
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Warning: I am a dancing cliche.
I’m drinking whiskey, trying to write poetry, listening to Benjamin Francis Leftwich, and thinking about getting a tattoo right now just to feel physical pain.
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3/30
Letter to a 16 year old boy For Michael
You must first understand that the distance between the edge and the ground is clever and swift. You will spend months with bloodied knees. If the first woman you fall into is already damaged; hold her waist as you would a lotus flower. If she doesn’t appear broken, do not break her for the sake of it. When you do break her for the sake of it—...
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2/30
Ghazal of Apology You were raised to know how to clean your slate with the simple utterance of “sorry.”
His hands are wrapped around your face, lips pressing into yours, in place of sorry.
You are made of water, but you cannot assuage the drought of an entire city. For this you are sorry.
You never asked for broken glass. A perfect month will be real and sorry.
Waiting barefoot in the...
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1/30
Not of Sound Body
I listen to your breathing wishing that I weren’t, that I could overlook the gentle heaving of your chest; knowing that as long as you are close there is no safer sound. We listen to the fortune teller speak of wedlock and we both want to forget. You do not listen when I tell you I am not your other half. I was born whole and this will only change when I am dust. If I were...