December 2011
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"so this is the new year, and i don't feel any...
I don’t really have any new year’s resolutions. I’ve come to the conclusion that I will undergo change whether or not I make a list. I don’t think I can fully control or predict who I become, and I have never been able to. I pick up new hobbies, listen to different bands, strengthen and weaken aspects of my personality, meet new people, and it’s not because I resolved...
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midsummer's night
in the lamp light i watched the
smoke climb from the puckered
mouth of a candle, white fishlines
and the grey haze dancing higher
and away from the blue dripping
wax, glass jar with dead flame.
they twirled like blonde girl
ringlets or baby blue ribbons,
and disappeared into the dark-
ness of an empty room.
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christmas eve
there are christmas lights,
but no snow.
we share hiccups and
cold hands, but
we are separated by
many things.
tonight we call ourselves
family
like children calling dust
snow.
And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right...
– Henry Rollins (via cityyandcolour)
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i am a barren wasteland of a
girl. overflowing heaps of trash
and shit that are picked up by wind,
thrown back down to tangle with
barb wire fences and the sign
that says no trespassing, no
fickle girls allowed, and the
pretty suburban house behind it
yawns with its open door,
waiting.
you laid down your bricks
in the wrong place.
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she is a silent machine gun and
i am the jacket she tosses on
and forgets to button, a thrift
store gem, hand me down cotton
from a girl who kissed boys
and cigarettes but is now too
old for liveliness.
i am each wrinkle swimming
up to the surface to catch
the light, i am turquoise
blue like chipped girl finger-
nails, i am the broken zipper,
i am the pockets she shoves
hands into to keep warm.
i am an oversized...
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target off cliff road
Today in the parking lot I watched a woman shove her shopping cart away from her instead of bringing it to where it belonged. It flew past parking spaces, sometimes curving left or right, its wheels wobbling, until it ran into a red SUV. The woman watched for a moment, leaning against her own car. Her face was perfectly blank. She slid into the driver’s seat and drove away.
It’s...
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1:19 am
i can feel a fever in my hands. i don’t take care of myself anymore, i stay inside and yes i skipped dinner the third time this week, i’m sorry. it’s not on purpose. i just forget or tell myself that i don’t need it, and the hunger always goes away and i’m alright. skinny. i can feel skinniness all over my fucking body. i can feel it everywhere, as i slip between...
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pergjithmone:
I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.
- Charles Bukowski
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I came home and sat in the car and sang along to Radiohead, it was just me, alone, and outside it was cold and quiet, it was nighttime, i don’t really feel quite right said something inside my mind, so i stayed inside my car and sang along to Radiohead with the heat all the way up and my hands clenching the steering wheel, i couldn’t even bring myself to cry but i could bring myself to...
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12.7.11
i haven’t hit my worst
when i feel sadness
i’ve hit my worst
when i can’t feel
anything.
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there are some nights when i really need someone next to me to make sure i don’t do something really, really stupid. but i’m really terrible at asking for help and i just stay in my room and stay quiet and i fall apart and no one knows and it’s all my fault.
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fifteen
what’s in
fifteen pounds?
is it my body
or is it something
deeper that i let go
of staring up at
the ceiling
bottles on the
floor
lights off
fan whirring
i let go
and lost
fifteen
pounds.
what’s in fifteen pounds?
is it muscle, is it
fat, is it blood or is
more than the
loss of the body,
did i lose everything
that summer, even
now, when i lost
those five,...
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construction site in december
imagine seeing a construction site
covered in snow
you’ve been watching
cranes tear apart
roads until they became
dirt
imagine it covered in snow,
orange from the street lamp
dim light, overhead moonlight.
imagine the underneath
(ugliness is always covered
by snow, by
snow)
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intervention
on washington avenue
i hear a boy say into his telephone
“his drinking is out of his
control. it’s an
addiction, he doesn’t
drink for fun anymore.
he does it because
he has to.”
i wonder if someone
thinks the same of me:
addicted to self-
loathing, sadness,
to pain and to
heartbreak, and even to
numbness.
maybe somewhere, someone
is saying into their...