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October 2010
1 post
September 2010
5 posts
: My mouth hovers across your breastsin the short... →
saraannejones:
My mouth hovers across your breasts in the short grey winter afternoon in this bed we are delicate and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves tough and delicate we play rings around each other our daytime candle burns with its peculiar light and if the snow begins to fall outside filling the…
saraannejones:
“Sleeping in the pile/Of pillows/Blueberry gardens/In her closed/ Freckled eyes/Lids shut soft/Under a halo/Of curls and fire”
“and broadway in calm/swift movements of panic and loss/my life/was/Red”
August 2010
1 post
saraannejones:
Stripped you’re beginning to float free up through the smoke of brushfires and incinerators the unleafed branches won’t hold you nor the radar aerials You’re what the autumn knew would happen after the last collapse of primary color once the last absolutes were torn to pieces you could begin How you broke open, what sheathed you until this moment I know nothing about it my...
June 2010
5 posts
Baltimore, August 1997
The sun never said anything. Neither did the person who was in my bed supposing to be now.
May 2010
4 posts
“There are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild beasts and be mangled. They go in even without revolver or whip. Fear makes them fearless.”
-Tropic of Cancer
oh yes
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.
charles bukowski
April 2010
5 posts
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.
-Bukowski
March 2010
4 posts
lost my girl. lost my place. lost my phone. and now as of yesterday, lost my job.
new york has now officially chewed me up and spit me back out. defeated in every way. i could just go to baltimore, but whats the point?
sometimes when you lose your heart, you lose your home. and there is no point in going back to the place you came from. there’s an emptiness i walk around with that a job or...
“She Said, “Space is not just a place for...
February 2010
14 posts
I miss you so fucking bad.
Elephants have been known to die of broken hearts...
mylifeasateacup:
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goodolddays:
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