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[ August 4th, 2009 @ 12:19am ] this doesn’t even want to be love. except in minutes when your face has the shape of my palm and I think lungful. I will be less needy.

[ July 31st, 2009 @ 2:34am ] CRUSH by Ada Limón Maybe my limbs are made mostly for decoration, like the way I feel about persimmons. You can’t really eat them. Or you wouldn’t want to. If you grab the soft skin with your fist it somehow feels funny, like you’ve been here before and uncomfortable, too, like you’d rather squish it between your teeth impatiently, before spitting the soft parts back up to linger on the tongue like burnt sugar or guilt. For starters, it was all an accident, you cut the right branch and a sort of light woke up underneath, and the inedible fruit grew dark and needy. Think crucial hanging. Think crayon orange. There is one low, leaning heart-shaped globe left and dearest, can you tell, I am trying to love you less.

[ July 24th, 2009 @ 12:27am ] songs of desperation i played them for you a moment, a love a dream aloud a kiss, a cry our rights, our wrongs

[ July 20th, 2009 @ 7:10pm ] Hate

[ July 16th, 2009 @ 3:53am ] You're killin' me, Smalls.

I'm stuck inside the walls of all this sin and strife. [ July 8th, 2009 @ 1:46pm ] I have no self-respect. It's no wonder I hate myself. Leaving will be good for me.

[ June 13th, 2009 @ 3:53am ] Self, please stop. Your sanity depends on it.

This place was built for moving out. [ June 9th, 2009 @ 2:26pm ] I'm feeling badly - it's not an attempt at decency. And if you're well off, well then I'm happy some for you. But I'd rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you.

We're all just breakable girls and boys. [ May 27th, 2009 @ 10:39pm ] And you drove me to places I'll never forget.

[ May 11th, 2009 @ 2:04am ] We really need to fix us.

[ May 10th, 2009 @ 1:38am ] I'm so fucking ridiculous even when I'm only near drunk. We can tell me to stop now. Goodnight.

[ May 9th, 2009 @ 5:46am ] Oh my.

The small defeats a day demands. [ April 29th, 2009 @ 11:38pm ] I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine. Cynicism falls asleep. Tyranny talks to itself. Sappy slogans all come true. We forget to feed our fear.

I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing [ April 26th, 2009 @ 10:55pm ] Remember how I'm sorry that I miss the way Could we

I feel like I'm wasting my life on the internet. [ April 8th, 2009 @ 6:27pm ] Let's walk around the world.

But just being around you offers me another form of relief. [ April 7th, 2009 @ 11:35pm ] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The perfect display of random acts of hopelessness. [ April 6th, 2009 @ 8:43pm ] And sometimes when you're on You're really fuckin on And your friends they sing along And they love you But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fuckin cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile You'll be better And you'll be smarter And more grown up and a better daughter or son And a real good friend And you'll be awake You'll be alert You'll be positive though it hurts And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends And you'll be a real good listener You'll be honest You'll be brave You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful You'll be happy

You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me. Maybe you're right.. [ April 6th, 2009 @ 2:26am ] "Tonight I Can Write" By Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

[ April 3rd, 2009 @ 6:34pm ] I've been sort of mixed up lately.

The young poets, with their reenactments of the senses, are asleep. [ March 30th, 2009 @ 2:06am ] I wish I understood poetry more. For now, I guess the way a poem makes you feel is understanding enough.

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