Me, But Poemy

You know, my insignificant prosaic existence doesn't seem half-bad once I add the pretty pretty words! The diet coke I bought was deliciously effervescent. See what I mean? Nailed it.

Oct 30
“We dress like one big happy corpse and love how dead and dying we all look ‘cause that’s how we feel, like Angels on Zoloft” Good Ghost Bill (via myheartgoesbumbumbum)

Oct 1

I Have News For You

By Tony Hoagland 

There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood

and there are people who don't interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.

There are people who don't walk past an empty swimming pool
and think about past pleasures unrecoverable

and then stand there blocking the sidewalk for other pedestrians.
I have read about a town somewhere in California where human beings

do not send their sinuous feeder roots
deep into the potting soil of others' emotional lives

as if they were greedy six-year-olds
sucking the last half-inch of milkshake up through a noisy straw;

and other persons in the Midwest who can kiss without
debating the imperialist baggage of heterosexuality.

Do you see that creamy, lemon-yellow moon?
There are some people, unlike me and you, 

who do not yearn after fame or love or quantities of money as
                unattainable as that moon;
thus, they do not later
                        have to waste more time
defaming the object of their former ardor.

Or consequently run and crucify themselves
in some solitary midnight Starbucks Golgotha.

I have news for you—
there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room

and open a window to let the sweet breeze in
and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.

Aug 1

taylor swift in the style of e.e. cummings

i remember when we broke up

the first time
saying, “this is it, i’ve had enough,”

‘cause like
we hadn’t seen each other in a month
when you

said you

needed

space

                                     what

(via thoroughlypersuaded)


Jul 30

Jul 26
hr0debert:

It’s just better this way

hr0debert:

It’s just better this way


Jul 21
I can only compare the poetry corner at McNalley Jackson Books to a big cold wave that you swallow part of. 

I can only compare the poetry corner at McNalley Jackson Books to a big cold wave that you swallow part of. 


Jul 18

I cried in a bookstore today

and now,
as reams of writerly ecstasy
infinity pages forever 
stories for you and me too
stories that are in fact you and me too
but are mostly importantly our stories; us 
burst inside my brain
intangibles get splattered
though suspended upon dense organs
in frustrating impermeability  
unknowables
unknowable  
the sheer number
a think of beauty 
i love you  


Jul 13

Nobody

humananimalspoetry:

"Nobody cares about poetry except the poets, but the poets don’t know."

— R. Dower


poetic observation of the day

There is a huge difference between noise that is low because it is far away and noise that is low because the volume is low.

In the first case, the noise feels important but irretrievable-makes me feel irrelevant because the people at the concert or whatever are just thinking about the music or sex or drugs but not me.

Faraway noises are the opposite of looking at the moon. 


Jul 12

gravitipsy:

she told me that my lips are her muse
and she wants to recreate the high renaissance on the inside of my mouth
turn my lips into flower petals
and my tongue into fresh water spilling down her back

she whispered

if you’re not comfortable with removing your halo
just dim it a bit
tonight, we’ll make love like we’re sistine
and when our fingers touch
you’ll truly appreciate the creation of Eve


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