May 2013
7 posts
I destroy homes, I tear families apart. I take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold. The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found. I live all around you – in schools, and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor. I live down the street, and maybe next door.
If this
scar
es you, it...
“I was afraid to love you. No - I was petrified. You would meander over sore...”
Never have we been so apart,
Yet so connected by a part.
Connected by our past,
Our time is passing fast.
On my journey of life,
You have always been my wife.
Although life is so unpredictable,
I don’t think you’re more understandable.
I want to enjoy every moment in your presence,
For I have lived too long in your painful absence.
Promise me eternity,
And I’ll...
I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at...”
– Clementine von Radics, ”Mouthful of Forevers” (via waydowntown)
April 2013
11 posts
you never really
know someone
until you’ve read
what they write
at 3 am when
loneliness
consumes them
but does not
destroy them
i know you’re lonely too.
“I don’t know what it was that made me love you. Or what it was that made you...”
Infinity
There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.
There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others.
Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that.
There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers...
March 2013
22 posts
“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a...”
– Anaïs Nin (via lauvra)
there is a sad song between my legs
after all these years it’s still you
bad tooth in my mouth
you, scar behind my knee from bad man in the woods.
all night i stay awake
in the morning, the white tongue of sleep runs over my flesh
and i am dead for awhile.
Milan Kundera
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute...
“Because storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they...”
before and now.
I remember shaking my head, closing my eyes, and falling sleep. Like nothing happened. And I wasn’t acting. I was fine. Really.. I was fine.
After calling you all kinds of names. After the fights. After the screaming.
Sometimes even after the tears that came heavy from you. I remember when I could always fall asleep. I could brush it off my shoulder and go on with my life as if you weren’t the...
The invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the...
For the women who are difficult to love
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours...
Inheritance
Where did you get those big eyes?
My mother.
And where did you get those lips?
My mother.
And the loneliness?
My mother.
And that broken heart?
My mother.
And the absence, where did you get that?
My father.
“You fall in love with someone you can rest with.”
February 2013
20 posts
the door
what will you be wearing the day your lover leaves you? i will be wearing my mothers disappointed smile.
if you gave me half a moon of a chance i would kiss the incisors out of your mouth, clean and hold them in my own, like chippings from an old mug then pray my tongue into a bowl of holy water and ask god to never leave you thirsty.
all the girls you’ve ever loved, i think i loved...
interlude for the grand sonata
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here...
day seven
make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.
