May 25, 2013
from the girl who cried UFOI sit in coffee shops and read poems
instead of writing them
because sometimes my hands are illiterate.
I overhear a young woman yelling
at her six year old daughter,
telling her to smile
“because she’s happy”
and I’m unsure which one of them she’s trying to convince.
I sit in coffee shops and…
from dyinglightsloudfiction“the hours, minutes, and seconds”
words: brightlightsloudnoises
design: dyingfiction
I know for a fact that she spent a long time on this, I think it turned out great.
Rain Delay Friday With My New Best Friend
from Jibber Jabber from a Jim Jam Jabberwockya cigarette butt tries to swim through a puddle,
good luck buddy,
I say,
with the knowledge that it can’t bleed,
nor will it suffer discomfort in defeat,
I truly hope it makes it to where it wants to go,
I picture Egypt or Moscow,
dinning on fine fish,
drinking with the best dead authors,
or maybe it will go to my home,
vacuum my rug,
clean the fireplace,
be ready for when I need it,
after making love to the theory of monsters,
but that is if I ever make it home,
this rain needs to stop
from New York Eyes, Chicago Thighsthis is who i am:
moonlight hallucinations
beside a broken man.
a bewitching empathy
twists me up,
senseless.
let me sink too…
i
lean in,
i
fall down,
on my own.
from paradoxical‘I have my mother’s lips and my father’s eyes.. on my face they are still together..’
~ Warsan Shire
This quote is masterful in so many ways.
vomiting star dust
from GOi look up at the sky and i drink in the stars
a voice in my head tells me “chug, chug chug”, so
i try to swallow as much as i can, and
i throw up star dust all over my friends new shoes, i
am that kid at the party who passed out too early, i
am the one who is too lost in the song that is in the background to hear the joke.
where i can be found is laying on the ground,
staring at the ceiling and wishing
i was under the desert stars.
