

garagei watch a boy inhale dusting spray he drools on himself we laugh the smell clogs my mouth i cough and spit on the ground smoke and spilled drinks all over the table a girl tries to yell at you the girl tries to grab at you her teeth would look better on the ground lets go to your room and make love making love is such a strange term for the pound pound of what we do but i love you so what do i saygarage


this is not a love poem...when we die have our ashes placed together then buried at the bottom of the ocean in the dark and the quietthis is not a love poem...
when you said i love you no matter what you only said it once because your words have weight you are always the solid one im the liquid trying to be contained
we dont trade love poems we trade blinks and nods and moans that i interpret as if they were morse code
everything you are i try to catch up match your fingerprints on my thighs mark for mark forgetting that my hair is alway


wednesdaymy eyelashes form nerve endingswednesday
when your eyes touch me blue gray they change hands that are girl soft but fingers so long i am the only instrument you learned to play my music got us caught i bite down to skip my record bodies on your bed on other peoples mattresses one night on a broken road i left behind kneeprints crescent shaped scars are the only proof you taste green and warm in the hot air we yawn i walk on tip toes to reach every part
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Life is is a struggle of eventful situations which seem unbareable until they are over
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Terd de chauxs
Il Terd di cedri
Terd der Kalke
Terd av kalker
Terd de cales
O Terd de limas
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"In a world filled with broken bones and broken homes, / Our souls riddled with bruises"
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"In a world filled with broken bones and broken homes, / Our souls riddled with bruises"
I have been reading your blog lately and exploring some of the poetry websites you have linked. I submitted some of my poems to them and Literary Tonic published one! I'm working on making a blog myself right now...talk to you later.
Miss you
-Becca
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But enough talk, have at you.
Miranda July and Michel Gondry are wonderful too.
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now i can call you at all hours of the day. you should call me, though.
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