February 2012
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“I knew there were things I should never find beautiful like death and girls.”
– Andrea Gibson (via thatgaykid)
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January 2012
33 posts
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Amsterdam...
This day last year was the best day of my life. Where is the rewind button when you need one?
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Fastening Brass Buttons
You said breathing is floating
feathers, not moving waves
with your lips.
But, crashing ships sound
better than brass buttons
slipping through unsewn holes.
It’s the pressed greens against
her skin that send waters
into drifting homes and shake
sails into falling cloth on
bedroom floors. The faded paint,
or the faded skin, just me
moving waves with my lips.
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“She said people can’t deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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I'm always finding pieces of you:
“I’ve been staring at the hole in my sheets for far to long, so today I decided to sew it shut with a piece of your hair I found on the bathroom sink.”
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November 2011
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I like my body
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur,...
October 2011
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August 2011
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I need to remember how to write.
I am building myself
a window around your lungs,
using wood from fallen trees
and melted sand because
I want to see your breathing,
hear that heart tapping against
the pane, the glass.
You say you feel
empty but do you see
those veins moving, you
see every skinny bone?
You are not alone, you have
hands, feet, and a tongue,
and they can do more than any
ending ever could.
July 2011
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