Thursday
the moment you realize
a person may be the one
I know your palms shake
and your heart feels heavy
with adrenaline, or nervousness,
and your spine straightens
you change your priorities
you arch your toes
wherever love brings you
you follow. you go.
the excitement in love overshadows fear
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
day 143
Wednesday
Growing up and hating your name plays a big part in loving yourself. I have not found the pride to love who I am yet. I am certainly thinking of it and constantly wishing one day I can, but for now I'll just learn to put up with a heart of a name. Perhaps I will fall in love one day.
Growing up and hating your name plays a big part in loving yourself. I have not found the pride to love who I am yet. I am certainly thinking of it and constantly wishing one day I can, but for now I'll just learn to put up with a heart of a name. Perhaps I will fall in love one day.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
day 142
Tuesday
I brought you to the museum of butterflies.
They got up and danced the moment we walked in.
We must have taught them something.
I brought you to the museum of butterflies.
They got up and danced the moment we walked in.
We must have taught them something.
Monday, February 4, 2013
day 141
A cop car chased me down a street and a left turn
He didn't even ask for my license or registration
He just told me not to be scared of the police
That I should fear the criminals
What happens when the police are the criminals?
I live in a society where I fear my protectors
He didn't even ask for my license or registration
He just told me not to be scared of the police
That I should fear the criminals
What happens when the police are the criminals?
I live in a society where I fear my protectors
Sunday, February 3, 2013
day 140
(Sunday)
It's getting very difficult to post poems on the web, but I'm trying my best!
***
When my hamster died
he was four years old with a belly full of sunflower seeds
He passed on his back,
stomach facing the sky as if he wanted to bring gluttony with him to heaven
Even the smallest of creatures enjoy a little sin
****
Earlier that day
my mother left his cage in our backyard
so he could soak up the sun
She often treated him as a very tiny dog
I think he died of a heat stroke
or maybe old age
My older brother and I buried him under a napkin
tucked him in like a goodnight lullaby
in a YuGiOh tin card box
I like to think of the sunflowers in my backyard
as his way of showing gratitude
It's getting very difficult to post poems on the web, but I'm trying my best!
***
When my hamster died
he was four years old with a belly full of sunflower seeds
He passed on his back,
stomach facing the sky as if he wanted to bring gluttony with him to heaven
Even the smallest of creatures enjoy a little sin
****
Earlier that day
my mother left his cage in our backyard
so he could soak up the sun
She often treated him as a very tiny dog
I think he died of a heat stroke
or maybe old age
My older brother and I buried him under a napkin
tucked him in like a goodnight lullaby
in a YuGiOh tin card box
I like to think of the sunflowers in my backyard
as his way of showing gratitude
Saturday, February 2, 2013
day 139
Open letter to a much older, educated, sexy, mature version of myself
preferably 4-5 years from now
This is what you should remember and smile about
basement shows, girls with short hair, being in a band, realizing that most, many, or all experimental bands suck but you love them because everyone just wanted to be a rock star, wanting to be a rock star, getting your nose pierced when you were nineteen and going a whole week without your mom finding out, dropping out of college for a semester, falling in love and out and in and out, writing poetry, falling in love and out and in and out and in with poetry
preferably 4-5 years from now
This is what you should remember and smile about
basement shows, girls with short hair, being in a band, realizing that most, many, or all experimental bands suck but you love them because everyone just wanted to be a rock star, wanting to be a rock star, getting your nose pierced when you were nineteen and going a whole week without your mom finding out, dropping out of college for a semester, falling in love and out and in and out, writing poetry, falling in love and out and in and out and in with poetry
Friday, February 1, 2013
day 138
(Friday)
Today I realized that I actually broke my laptop. I spend so much time thinking that I'm responsible, but I'm really not. I am only responsible when it comes down to destroying souls and splintering blooming loves. I am the heart ache of a cold winter. I am the shape of a hurricane.
Today I realized that I actually broke my laptop. I spend so much time thinking that I'm responsible, but I'm really not. I am only responsible when it comes down to destroying souls and splintering blooming loves. I am the heart ache of a cold winter. I am the shape of a hurricane.
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