February 2012
I am emotionally malnourished.
Breathe in (giveup) Breathe out (giveup) Breathe in (give.up) Breathe out give up
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I've been overwhelmed and out of control.
In my dream last night, I was lying on a table in a doctor’s office. An older man comes into the room dressed as a doctor, and he immediately tells me that I’m beautiful. He seems uncomfortable, and this makes me uncomfortable. He walks up to me, he’s somewhat fidgety as if he’s still thinking about how to proceed, and I am naked on the table (of course). I am thinking,...
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michaelleepoetry:
You were the first for whom I wrote a real love poem. When I gave it to you, the first thing you could say was that I was talented, as if talent has ever had anything to do with a love poem.
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A Sonnet.
The Anatomy of Vacancy
There is a choir beneath these awful bones, voices converge like undefiled petals surround the ovary of a young rose, beneath these bones forged from fire and metal.
There is gospel in the undulation of the body anchored among the waves, where there is no need for affirmation for all that will unfold beyond the grave.
There are endless constellations of yes and yes and...
“But that’s what that scene in “Holocene” is about. In that moment, as you...”
– Justin Vernon speaking truthfully, as always. (via scout)