August 2011
37 posts
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there are a lot of things
i should be
by now
richer, richer, prettier
but most of all
in love
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no room
my heart is filled with
piles of poetry and
there’s no room for you
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paper swans: a haiku
paper swans perched on
my nightstand remind me of
the skill of your hands
July 2011
75 posts
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sunday morning
stained with sweat beads
my salt lips find
your salt lips
and when you rise to leave
i watch the curve of your back
and you look like a shadow
all coffee colored skin and
hints of invisibility
like my morning eyes
are playing tricks by way of the devil
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as long as you want me
i don’t care
if it’s the moonshine
or the shine of the moon
that gets you there
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the back alley punks
will keep us safer than god
in this forgotten city
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i keep
my lust
inside of my taste buds
each one is swollen
with the salt of your
skin
so take my breath
and keep it in your throat
hold it there until your eyes burn
with tears
and your eardrums beat out a rhythmic static lullaby
for you to sleep soundly to
but don’t worry love,
my tongue will be ripe again
in the morning
and you can pick my lust like blood oranges
spit the...
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i’m on a permanent perfume high
from doing lines of your dead skin
and now your moans and my sighs
hang in the air so thin
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when you think it's enough, think again
bleed your veins dry in
a poem - but they will come back
screaming for marrow
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your body is brick
my tongue is ivy, so please
let me cover you
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i inject the ink from love letters directly into my bloodstream
with the tip of a feather
my skin changes color with the backdrop of the city i crawl through
i drink to keep warm
but my lungs still hang like icicles
this is how i begin to forget you
and this is how i will die
a tangle of colors on the grey pavement of your city
drunk and frozen with lungs like winter branches
and your...
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what a shame
the most beautiful
butterfly floating on beads
of thick smoggy air
what a shame
that can’t be me
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i sit here
accepting the truth
of the things i know
that you are gone and
that birds have hollow bones
that my skin will forever be
thin enough to see though
and that the drugs stole her whole heart
and her hair, too
i will never be the pretty girl
but i don’t want to be
i know that love is forever
no matter how hard i try to stop
like i shot the toxin of it
straight into my...
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would you like to take a ride
through my blood stream
and collect the toxins there?
i need you
to make me clean again
so i can breathe in easily
and pick up the scent of your skin
even when you’re not so near
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what i carry
a book of maps full of places i’ve never been
five dollars and 32 cents
a letter, a picture of him
and a book about rape in new york city
paper cut out business cards with
highlighted phone numbers for rehab facilities
torn up
6 lights and a new pack of camels
pocket mirrors, loose powder, a condom
the devils shoestring for luck
and a pocket in the back with secret pieces
...
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not fixed
take the whiskey and
the wine from under my bed
but you can’t pour desire down the drain
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rusty metaphors
and lines of loosely strung phrases
is this all we are?
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my skin is heavy with lust glittering with sweat and pollen i went into the garden and picked you these flowers will you kiss me, now?
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we turned out just like
the movie we always watched -
i told you we would
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stop looking
read more books about dead rock stars and
cook vegan meals for one
stay up later writing poems
don’t worry about the tired bags that will hang under your eyes in the morning
drink sugary coffee at 1am and see how long you can hold your breath
hang maps on your walls
buy gold star stickers and
mark all of the places you’ve been
in your mind or your books
make peace with the one...
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bruised knees & dried blood
paper-thin paper-skin, she’s
counting calories
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press your body against the glass
so i can watch your skin melt into smoothed out shapes
in caramel colors
from the other side
but keep your eyes down, shaded by your lacquered lashes
it’s not like it was before
this isn’t love anymore
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i’ll stay up all night
fend the spiders off alone
i don’t need heroes
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my mother wants a happy poem
the moths look deranged under the porch light i get dizzy just from watching i hold a lit cigarette between my fingers but i don’t smoke the air is thick and warm enough to relax me on its own the moon, the stars and the yellow lamp light spill over my bare legs and the moths spin through the atmosphere around me, catching in my tangled hair my mothers words swim in my head - ‘why...
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the heart shaped buttons
sewn down the back of her dress
are what i’ll miss most
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one thousand hearts
some nights i wake
from the darkest dreams
in the darkest room
with muscle spasms
and pulse points i didn’t know i had
pounding wildly against my veins
like there are a thousand tiny hearts
hidden beneath my skin
drinking up my blood
and patiently beating, waiting
to take the place of the one in my chest
they split and multiply
an endless supply of unbroken vessels
so when i...
courtneykrystek asked: I stumbled upon one of your poems and was simply astounded. Thank you for inspiring me.
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It begins with the feeling you get from your first smoke of the day. The light buzz from the toxins warming your lungs and the way your head goes dizzy and you close your eyes and feel the cool of the window pane as you rest your forehead against it. You hold the breath long enough to recall a hint of last nights dream, let it go and try to see each small billow of smoke turn into tiny squares as...
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black coffee & smokes
twilight that looks like star-stained satin
make her realize
that lonely isn’t something
that can be learned
it is something you become
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the girl with the most
black hair like burnt stars
jewelry like candy tears, and
hollow heart drum beats
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a writer's addiction
lost at sea we write
on the backs of sun-bleached shells
with jellyfish ink
politiku asked: My followers dig your bookstore haiku. Politiku is a political haiku thing so it worked out really well --- tons of peops love reading the old skool way. Had plenty of images to retweet. Ping me if you write more haiku, k?
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his first kill
your fingers curled that night
around a crushed pack
of american spirit smokes
half full
and your breath smelled of whiskey
or scotch
you’d been hunting with your father
taken the truck up near the mountains
killed a deer, shot him right between his eyes
and brought the meat home
so proud
of your first kill, you said
but more proud, i knew
that you’d made your father...
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lunch: a haiku
apples sliced thinly
blueberry vinegarette
sweet dried cranberries
claritea-deactivated20120304 asked: i, too, am opposed to capitol letters. i love to write. you seem influenced by so many people, and i love your work. it is never enough to get the words out, i find. i have so many thoughts swimming throughout my brain, the pen cannot keep up. we should pick each others brains. you seem like the perfect writer.
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wish on bruised skin and
spider bites, broken bottles
wish on anything you can see
when the stars are gone
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i fall asleep to
the muted sound of sirens -
the city’s soft moan
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what we cannot have
i build these towers
out of books
i stand back and marvel
at the size
the colors
the beautiful curves
in the yellowed-paper architecture
and then immediately want to read
the ones on the bottom
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the smell of used books
ignites my cold veins with an
electrical charge
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you’re impossibly quick
like a blurry photograph
taken from a distance
but i’ll withstand
the falling temperatures
and try to capture you
onto film
grainy streams of light
that i’ll tack to my walls
and hold onto
until the sunlight
from the cracks in the blinds
bleach and fade your image
and all i’ve got left
are smeared streaks of memories
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the tide
he crashed like the w a v e s
salty sea tongue to my shore
then left with the moon
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1.
add water to ash
let the fire burn your lungs
and paint with the mud
2.
hot soup with pepper
let the spices create tears
your tears become poems
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cigarettes
blueberries
and frozen raspberries
summer lust
without the sex
without the intoxication
just the sun
and canned peaches
trials without juries
injuries
razorblade burnt skin
pecans
pencil palm prints
on clean white sheets
the birds that sing so loud in the morning
that you’re fooled out of your bad mood
bad hair
loveless sex
liquorless bars
and weight loss...
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the way this dress sit on my hips
or my hair falls into my eyes
or this smile rests on my lips
is determined by the moon
and by the liquor
and by the way you look at me
even after all this time
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tonight
we try to photograph planets
we try every setting your camera has
you pretend you’re capturing fireworks
i talk about shutter speed and
kiss your shoulder
sticky and salty with humidity
i feel my hair curl around my ears
you capture a star and say
‘close enough’
and light a cigarette
i bum drags and
we kiss
you say you’re so sure
that the photo will...
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intertwined, naked
moonshine, pills and sweet perfume
come morning, come death
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star drugs
let’s forget about the bad days
shoot past them on tiny rocketships
soak our skin in vodka
our tongues in gin
inhale the stardust and
let the gold flakes of it cut our throats
we’ll taste the iron in our blood
be aware of the sting
but close our eyes and fly
towards the moon and better days
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marriage
tiny fingers with
little seashell fingernails
beg loudly for gold
