honeyi love you so much that when you say you are afraid of deathMore Like This
i have no choice but to die right there in your arms
so that some time later
from the cool damp earth
i can raise my voice
to tell you
last poem1. apartment dark (or dim) and you so sick from liquor and because you had eaten something terrible and i in typical nervous fashion (intoxicated more on narcissism than etwas anderes) sat leafing through new yorker or something to that effect reading about a kid who died suddenly in a high school football game and letting it upset me (because really by that point asking for love seemed futile so instead we asked for sympathy which in retrospect is just as pathetic.) 2. you said you wanted to kill yourself with drugs to which i said oh my god to which you said not really, it’s just something i say when i’m upset. we had just seen a homeless man in a crowd swaying horrified over an enormous amount of wine he had just vomited onto the pavement. on second thought i’m not even completely sure you saw that. 3. you don’t care about anything i say and you were right, you were so right, i really one-hundred-percent honest-to-god didn’t. we didnMore Like This
wilted petals on bedsheets and bathrobesi was full ofMore Like This
soft blossoms and a
wild, arcing sky that
would have taken
your breath away.
but now i am
petals of my
down the drain
is a bodily
all kinds of growth
nothing tries to
if you need help making it through the dayremember:More Like This
for the woman born an oceanthe world willMore Like This
set your borders on fire
and congratulate you
when you shrink.
but you were born
an ocean; you are the
child of the moon and
not even she can
do not let
them channel you
cat powerbecause the songs played in the wrong order, because he wouldn’t look me in the eye. because the car is a mess. because you said “i love you” but didn’t say my name. because the timing is off, always has been. because the last 10 pages are the hardest to get through, because anna dies (why does anna die?) because i want you here but i don’t want you in a place like this. because none of them stared, because i don’t have any words left. because it took you 20 hours. because i don’t like the mountain goats when you’re not around, because i don’t like a lot of things when you’re not around. because desperate emotion is integral to the human experience, but i find it detracts from my appreciation of the beauty of the universe. because my hands are sore. because i need a fucking drink, because i need a fucking drink, because i need a fucking drink. because no wMore Like This
...I cry at odd times because of odd things,More Like This
but they're not that odd in reality. These moments are just not represented enough.
I know there are other people in this world who watch the light when it plays across leaves and fabric and appreciate it with every bit of their being
I know there are other people in this world who feel how harsh the hatred in this world is sometimes, too heavy for their heart, even when it's not directed at us
I know there are other people in this world who know their own stupidity too well, how it spills out in certain moments and seems to colour every part of who they are
and feel how gentle streaks of water caress their cheeks.
People still jump to conclusions. They'll ask why you are sad. It's not as one-dimensional. It doesn't have to be sadness.
gnossienneyou always did admireMore Like This
how i used to find the most beautiful
in the most revolting of places
and then you wonder
how i ever loved you.
Gems of Yesteryear #4More Like This
Angel-girl and wolf-eyed boy by Katie-Watersell Jumpin' Bodie by DiamondDazzler
The Laughing Man by Asynja Rome by Foot by dogmadic Fez Man by Chickenwithtie The Gate by FilipeHattori