November 2011
97 posts
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i have a book :)
tiredfoxes:
good friday evening everyone!
i wanted to stop by real quick before i make my way to bed, to let you all know that i now have a book available for purchase!
tired foxes: volume one is a collection of tiredfoxes poems mixed with some original photography.
i will only be selling on lulu for a short time, and then will be selling directly through paypal.
i’d really appreciate it if...
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bored, scared.
we belong to churches we don’t believe in. we give them our money. they have high pointed peaks that guide our eyes upward towards a vast expanse of unanswered questions and empty-promising gods, birds being shot down by fat hunters who will give the beaks to their fat wives to wear around their necks, sell the meat to fatter-cats. my mother says she prays because she’s bored, or...
October 2011
91 posts
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vertebrae discarded
the bulge of my twisted bones
my spine
sticking up and out
through the skin of my back
each vertebrae its own little bump
that your fingers used to trace with a painters grace
is now your greatest fear
that i might snap and break
that the sound of it will be like a loaded powder keg
that only our ears will hear
it’s what you turn from now
but my skin
and its goose bump surface...
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little pile of bones
i am nothing more
than a pile of flesh
and bones
laying molded into a shape you might find lovely
on a hotel bed
waiting
i am nothing more
than here waiting
for you
naked and molded
into a shape you might find lovely
if you ever were to see it
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it’s saturday night. i want to put coffee on before the power goes out. it will. it always does, even with the lightest dusting of powdered sugar snow, a breeze, rain that falls too heavily for the storm drains to keep up. but i don’t want coffee. not right now. i have a belly full of sweet potatoes, bits of brown sugar, marshmallows toasted by an oven, a little sprinkling of...
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in the snow
our whole bodies are filled up with blood
it isn’t just tucked inside our veins,
protected, kept warm there
our skin holds it all in
we are thin as wax paper all over
and when it starts to snow
our blood freezes too
right through wool mittens and thick scarves we spent all of autumn knitting
we could ice over
our joints could lock mid-stride on a busy subway platform
and never thaw...
8 tags
honey-jazz apple skins
i paint on the skin of the fruit i eat
bright pink, yellow and lilac floral patterns
on green apples and honey-jazz apples,
mealy pears, green-yellow bananas with the little stickers still there
orange rinds
i am never happy
natural gemstone beauty, painted more beautiful
flowers on everything
and i peel it all back
scrape the soft insides out, mash it all with teeth and tongue
i save...
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i have a book :)
good friday evening everyone!
i wanted to stop by real quick before i make my way to bed, to let you all know that i now have a book available for purchase!
tired foxes: volume one is a collection of tiredfoxes poems mixed with some original photography.
i will only be selling on lulu for a short time, and then will be selling directly through paypal.
i’d really appreciate it if you...
5 tags
it isn’t the death so much
that we hate
it’s the funeral
it isn’t the breath that left you
it’s the breath
you didn’t take
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i have a bit of audio
you speaking in spanish, sounding like liquid gold is sliding off of your tongue
with sugar drops blended in to every syllable
and i don’t understand a word, the words all running together, food coloring drops into stream water in a jar, dancing, floating until they settle
pure as swan feathers landing on the top of it
you never told me what it meant
but...
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once again i have signed up for nanowrimo. i do this every year but never end up doing a damn thing. i hope that will change this year.
if you’re doing it this year, let’s be buddies. my name is tiredfoxes.
xox -tired
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old/young
i am as old as i feel
because time isn’t something real
clocks though, are tangible so i’m always late
and that one time
when i was so late
that you and i stayed up all night
your fingers inside me
begging my body to bleed
i grew three new grey hairs
plucked them from my scalp with tweezers
and we fell asleep exhausted in a pile on the bathroom floor.
in the morning
you...
hyena-culture asked: interesting words x
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slow
morning is slow
slow as a bird tangled in a dream catcher
slow as honey poured into tea
slow as my ability to wake
and as hollow as that little bird’s bones
especially when i leave behind a bed
where you still lay asleep
dreaming, slowly
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arms-length
i will
buy my own flowers
and toast my own white bread, spread the strawberry jam myself too
i will be my own crash-diet queen
light my own smokes and candles
i will hold my own hand but i will love you
from afar
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before breakfast, slow your movements
addiction shakes you, me
black coffee before 7am, the largest mug in the house, the one with the hand-painted flowers
smoke before 8am, admire the way your breath and the cloud of smoke hang in the air and disappear like fog into the line of trees out back
at least four nameless pills to kill the muscle aches before 9am, swallow them with your second cup of coffee, just a drop of cream, for...
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first frost.
last night i became frost, unintentionally
my hand was like a birch tree branch, white and soft
hanging out of the back window by the kitchen sink, holding a cigarette between twig fingers and unmoving in the breeze
inside my body was warm, blood moving normally, clotting at the places where it’s meant to clot
but before long the cold burrowed underneath my skin and crawled along my...
your-etcetera asked: you are such a talented writer, i literally love every piece that you post
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things we know
these things we know
idle hands will play with anything they can reach,
lovers always begin as strangers, and sometimes end that way, too
and fireflies will look like spirits if you’re the least bit drunk on wine
and their light glow will embed itself into your sight and make everything around you look covered in stars
you will sleep too late
you will get lost along the way and all of...
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the whole world is hazed over,
not blurry but smoky
and you look so beautiful,
i think
but i’d rather be
asleep
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just set fire to these words
i’m done
i’m done
i’m done
so long to goodbyes
and goodbye to these words
set fire to these keys
i’m done
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at the end of the day
sunlight replaced with candles, lamps with pink bulbs
when i read back the words i’ve strung together, called poetry
i could cry
hours of pressing my fingertips flat against the keyboard has returned nothing more than a subtle manipulation of the english language
i have created nothing new
i have simply bent and twisted something that already was
and i expect to...
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you asked.
flowers made of precious metals
hang around her neck and
other than them
she is bare
standing with her shoulder back
hair back too, curled and tied with ivy vines
she’s tiny and
this is all that you wanted, isn’t it?
fall into her
this is her last sacrifice
like a last cigarette when the world is falling down
pay no mind to her thick watery mascara teardrops
just fall into...
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wax
my throat is filled with wax
right up to the top
spilling out over my tongue
and teeth
and i struggle to speak
to breathe or to taste the salt in the air
so i light a match
from a tiny little tin box
and place the flame to my lips,
kiss it
and wait for it to lick over the wax
melting it down to a rushing little river
running off into my belly
so that i can sing again
romancewithrobots-deactivated20 asked: Hey, so I am in love with your short prompt about the blue shirt. It was kind of awesome. I love your poetry, too, but are you thinking about posting anymore short stories/prompt/prose-y things soon? xoxo
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lamp glow and
a cup of red tea
and honey
warm fingertips
and poems
is how i let
love in
and breathe
love out
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nightmap
i need a map to find my way to you
at the edge of the bed, at night
when the shades are drawn closed so tightly
that moonlight and the street lamp glow can’t find a single crack to seep through
and you’re so tiny there
perched like something delicate
a swan or maybe
a powdery moth
or the ghost of either
i can hear you
feel your presence in the room hanging like a thick...
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dearest,
they’re going to cut me open again. they’ll extend the scar downwards, my skin will bleed more this time, they say, because slicing through scar tissue draws more blood. and i won’t cry, dearest. my eyes will be taped closed, a tube in my throat, and the gas rushing up my nose will have me in a dreamless sleep so deep not even your kiss could wake me.
if they hit a...
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Ribcage
[authors note]: am i the only one who feels guilty for stealing lines from myself? i mean, i wrote them but i still get that feeling when i recycle them in something new, that i’m doing something wrong. regardless, this is an expansion of a couple of things i posted semi-recently.
i am not my spine
i am simply as twisted
as my spine suggests i be,
as straight
as my spine allows
but...
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it’s so cold this time of year
raw to the bone and
i want to throw a party
invite gypsies and faeries who speak no english
we can roast summer squash over a flame
and dance to music made from nothing but our throats
a low moan, a growl
just to warm us up
and let our muscles relax
while we sleep
Day 19 (19/31) from tiredfoxes: bright eyes
dangerousveins:
when there is no breeze in the room, no open windows, no movement at all, i wonder why the flame i lit favors one side of the round candle. it melts down at a slope, slanted towards me, towards my bookshelf, warped from all of the rain. and i wonder if staring into it is the same as staring into the sun but i like the little patterns of exploding star-bursts that appear...
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salt splinters
the sludge on my windowsill is mostly ash and rainwater
and maybe dead skin too but i try not to think about that
the wood is splitting from the swell of humidity and sea air
i run my fingers across it, against the grain and feel the splinters threatening to pierce my flesh
but i keep the pressure managed, just hard enough to feel but light enough to keep from bleeding
because the pain would...
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shake & burn
somewhere
a birds feathers are coming loose
and the whole world
shakes itself hollow
until it rises up so high
to where the oxygen
is just stars
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gone
gone are lace and pearls
gone are tongues of silver, drops of rain not tinted with acidic hues
gone are the warm words of our mothers
gone are fathers
gone are praying hands, prying eyes
gone is heaven and gone is the sky it rested upon
gone are birthday candles, skin without scars
gone are your baby teeth, baby hairs
gone are clouds and trees
gone is goodness in any form
gone are...
thenudebootysnatcher asked: gaaaaaaaaaaah you are an incredible writer. i really appreciate your work, it inspires me! i wish i could write like you.
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i want to be the the spider
tangled up in your hair
or
i want to be your bed sheets
tangled all around your legs
to be something that makes you struggle for comfort
is everything i want
imjohnlocked asked: I really liked what you write. :) We have this group on Facebook that we call "Blurts" where we like to blurt stuff out. I know it might seem kinda weird to you, but I'd really like you join in and share some of the things you write. :) Don't think I'm a stalker though :O :O
char2732 asked: Your work is amazing a true poet at heart. Every poet is unique and true to their work.
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i am
bullet shells and
white gold rings with diamonds -
casings of things much prettier
like death
and love meant to last until we become bones,
our fingers still clasped together, fused in dust
just a casing
with skin
and little hairs from head to toe
that stand up when ghosts pass through me
just a casing
looking for death
and someone to die with
still holding bone-hands
isiahsays asked: Hi I just found your tumblr and I love the things you write, their inspiring, and I've been looking so long for some inspiring beautiful things to read. Do you not title all of the pieces? Because there are so many I like but can't call by name. But for now, I just want to say that the poem in which you put all of your demons in, is so amazing.
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fake gold
you’re the kind of gold
that turns fingers black & green,
that shines and then dulls
if you guys ever want to ask me anything personal/not pertaining to writing or this blog, please head over to my personal blog (http://medication.tumblr.com)! i update a lot and you can really get to know me better over there. i save this space (for the most part) for writing only. you’re all go great and i can never thank you enough for everything.
mikkidecker asked: I don't really have anything to ask you. I was just finding any way to tell you how beautiful your poetry is. I have sat here for the last 20 minutes just reading your thoughts. You mind is beautiful, raw and creative. I think that is a wonderful thing. Thank you for be vulnerable to put your thoughts out here on this site because I have stumbled across it and have been inspired. I hope that...
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i like it when you inhale
and exhale too
which is to say, i guess
that i like that you’re alive
the sweet smoky shadow of your breath
mixed with the way your heart pumps
gives me security
because we’re all dying
everyday, a little bit
but your lungs keep pounding away against your ribcage
and it’s like a high
when you inhale
and when you exhale, too
romancewithrobots-deactivated20 asked: Are you published? Sweet Jesus, you better be. I need hand-held portions of your writing to take with me on occasions I lack a computer! You are positively brilliant!
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there are so many flowers
that i don’t know the names of and
i don’t own
any fancy rings
but i’m still a girl
who wants to be
loved
gritty, girly love -
loved
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your red shirt.
i meant to tell you how cute you look in your red shirt. it really brings out the road map veins under your skin. i like watching them sort of rush like little rivers right to the tips of your fingers like they’re pointing you somewhere. do you follow them at night when i’m not around? because you stay so stagnant when the sun is out. i find myself wondering where you go. is the...
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cat-hair coffee
sitting close with strangers at round tables
so close that our bent knees brush underneath
drinking cat-hair coffee
snapping our fingers at the strong parts of poems
marveling at the voices of 16-year-old girls
screaming stories our minds couldn’t imagine
snapping our fingers at the heart-dropping parts of poems
one last sip of cat-hair coffee
we take the long route home from the...
