Febrero 2012
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I close my eyes and let you direct me across the gallery floor
To the right and the left and back
and back
and back
and back
Now, open your eyes
A balloon swelled up in me
as the craggy face of that painted mountain (or whatever it was)
jutted out to meet us
because I couldn’t believe that I could feel you so near
I could, I swear I could
And the assertion feels hollow and...
On nights when I feel pretty and vibrant, I want...
There was pain and comfort enough to go around back then
We’d collect it like water from a leaky faucet
In dishes and pans on our coffee table
We’d pick it up at the super market
In 12 packs hidden down the candy aisle
We’d drink it in, suck it down
Until it drained out of our eyes
and drained
and drained
and drained and drained
We’d wring it from our hands
...
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Divinity: People like this can never be defeated
lostinthesounds:
“Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution, but more usually we must do battle where we are standing.”
—
Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde
Hartman Rector Jr, Ensign (Jan. 1973), 130.
[The] ability to turn everything into something good appears to be a godly characteristic. Our Heavenly Father always seems able...
I looked up your face on the internet and instantly regretted it.
After all the feeling pretty wonderful
pretty capable and pretty funny and smart
and even pretty
I feel this heat spreading across my chest
I feel like I am so much less for having lost you (yes, all of you)
I feel a crumpling in my spine
like my photos all have holes in the eyes and cheeks and where my nose and mouth go
...
“I think about how I think I know a person then ‘poof!’ I discover I only knew a...”
– Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland (via lostinthesounds)
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Re: Read it out loud. Cada palabrita, sentíla. En...
bookoasis:
“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you...
I Wrote This For You: The Day You Shot Me In The... →
officialiwrotethisforyou:
The sun rose like it does on any other day, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.
I’d just made coffee and you’d come back from doing the groceries and I asked if you wanted some without turning my head to look at you, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.
And I hit the…
BPD vs DBT
Do I swim through pain or does it swim through me?
If I swim through pain
it will wrap around each limb
and my fallible arms
will dig through swells and sweeps and pulls
toward no certain shore
but if my pain swims through me
I’ll let it in through the gap in your teeth
and my chest may tighten as the pain fills my lungs
as it dissipates through my blood, my hands may go numb
And...
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I recall your ribcage
and her hands
I remember the back of his neck
and I remember all of the affection I traced there
With you I felt so sweet, when you called me sweet
My fingers, hands and lips have so much more sweetness to give
There are pages more of sad poems to draft
And there is more to me than longing
But you, you must become my static memory of you
With traces of love and...
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Natalia
Today I missed so many lives and faces and stories and blessings and lips and hands
I felt safe in Natalia’s arms
built like my mother’s
Do they know that I tore my heart, littering it like bread crumbs on the red dirt?
Do they know that my feet beat out new paths
as my blood drove a new course through my body?
There was pain and comfort enough to go around back then
not like...
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There was pain and comfort enough to go around back then
Not like these days
Now a veil slides
through my annointed hair
not falling past my shoulders
Between God and I there should be gifts enough to cover the earth
Wooded lungs
and bowl-like black skies
Skin-like pink flowers
Water
and grass
and bugs
and eyes that see
Between God and I
stand mirrors that multiply
He cries when I...