January 2012
35 posts
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illusion.
there is a door that grows smaller every time i step closer to it. i first saw this door three years ago. it was as big as the atlantic ocean. i walked down the same hallway for three years. the door was an ocean, then a continent, then a country, then a state, then a city, then a house with three windows and another door, a smaller one with stained glass. now it is the size of my pinky toe. when...
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“You were becoming more and more jaguar. Your side toes hung like dew-claws. When...”
– “More and More Jaguar”, Zachary Schomburg
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firetrucks and ambulances
the firetrucks and ambulances are humming and whistling outside, like kids do in their spare time. i can hear them from my window, those red and white animals singing and going their own ways. they came for us when i was five, when lightning struck the back porch, when smoke filled up all the rooms, when mama ran in and screamed. i spent the rest of the day sitting on ryan’s trampoline,...
“Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”....”
– (via thechocolatebrigade)
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snake skin
i have holes in my feet.
i guess we all have our
own nails, you said
as we slithered across
the street.
we have snake bodies.
we shed our human bodies
a long time ago, when we
became full of too many
holes, when we ran out of
nails.
now we slither, unhinge
jaws and one layer
of skin dies and becomes
a ghost, we left our limbs
and our nails and our crosses
back home.
we are...
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monday
i hid all the mirrors
in fear of punching
them all in.
i sunk into
a winter jacket
as girls, boys
stared at me,
i’m afraid of
what they see
in me.
and then i said
hello, and my
voice wasn’t mine,
and i fought
back tears as
i walked
down the
stairwell
and
god knows
when this
feeling
will
end
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astronomy class
he has long blonde eyelashes
and the beginning of a bald spot
on top of his head.
he blinks. he stares ahead
as the professor goes on
and on about relative
distance,
powers of ten,
kilometers upon more
kilometers
of voids
and matter.
he blinks. he stares
ahead as he hears
he is a mere speck
within a city within
a state within a
country within a
continent within
a planet...
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
– Sylvia Plath (via harleyelisabeth)
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“I mean, Jesus, who gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most...”
– Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan (via greyturning-goldturning)
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diagnosis
when i first heard
i was becoming
my mother
it felt like the
diagnosis
was cancer.
they say blood
is thicker than
water, but we
were a pin-
prick of blood
in the pacific
ocean
and i didn’t mind
the drowning and
i didn’t want us
to be saved.
now we live
miles
apart. i see her
smile in the mirror,
her hands as i fold
laundry or pour the
coffee, her influence
as...
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youre-awful-iloveyou asked: I'm jealous of your writing. Your ability to capture a moment and all that happens within it with the simplest of words is astounding.
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red, empty, blue
i hate the girl with
her green eyes,
so gorgeous i pray
to god they are fake.
i hate the grand-
mother who brags
about her grand-
daughter
in the supermarket,
my grandmother who
isn’t so grand sends
me cheap cards and
never calls,
i hate how
she calls her grand-
daughter wonderful.
i hate how good you
look in a dress as you
saunter down the street,
your perfect high...
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necessity
I always get these great ideas for stories, this whole novel that unfolds in my head, I can see the characters and I can hear their voices, I can see them cruising down the highway while singing obnoxiously to Death Cab for Cutie or Radiohead, but I put it off. I’m sitting in the airport, I’m walking to class, I’m drinking coffee while it’s raining, and these beautiful and...
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teenage years
breathe in:
crushing cigarettes
into the all white
balcony, his hand
slamming into the
wall next to my head
in the elevator, the
third pew in church,
screaming on a sunday
morning, hiding in the
bathtub and under the
bed, her laughter in
the background as i
tried to fight back,
the ‘empowered women’
book on my therapist’s
coffee table, smoke
whirling out of a...
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yours or his
yeah, you’ve got a
killer in your head.
he takes a knife to
your sanity every
now and then, he
remembers faces
before punching
them in, he killed
off the feelings and
then your relationships,
he took your life,
we get it. but in the
end, whose foot-
steps found the
edge of the cliff
and jumped. were
they yours or his?
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"why don't you take a bath"
skeleton girl steps into
bath in a black room
spotted orange with
candlelight. submerging,
she thinks about all
the people who have
touched her, the fine
line between violence
and intimacy, hands
soft ones and others
that took seconds to
come and years to go.
she thinks about water,
it’s cold. she comes up
to take a breath and
goes back under, eyes
shut, pinching her nose,
...
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new years eve
quiet in the car, we
watched fireworks from
the rearview mirror,
red blue gold purple
fireflies spiraling out
into the sky just to
recede into the dark
as smoke and noise.
what’s the point of
fireworks anyway?
i asked as another
boomed into the night,
but i never heard your answer.
