#writing

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Product Placement
occasionally subtle

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home

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NASA

roma★
taylor price
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
d e v o n

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@alittleaboutyou
#writing
Picture two people spooning. Big spoon has their arms around little spoon tight, whole hand open on little spoon's body. Little spoon is looking off, lost in thought. The thinking seems to last forever as little spoon's eyes are locked in a 1000 yard stare. Little spoon's eyes blink as they come back into focus. Little Spoon says, "Hmm, what?" Big spoon says, "I said 'I wish you were here.'"
ABOUT HOPE AND BEING NUMB
Too much hot sauce on the eggs lips can't tell if my tea will burn.
The window to the river shows morning pigeons on the wire
A soft gray sky.
Perched and preening they don't see the 1 bird circling the field,
fluttering and catching the air as well as a pigeon can do.
It does all the things my heart would do if given wings to try.
You say you don't love me any more...
I've known this valley my whole life, but on this day, In this way, I swear there could be vast mountains hiding in the fog behind those shallow hills.
... But did you ever really know me?
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A Poem About Growing [without returns]
I feel hopeful today. Like everything I ever wanted is merely 1 implementation away from being achieved. Trouble is, that that implementation is floundering on the tip of my tongue, that it's rattling in the back of mind, it's a fading image from a dream after waking, that it's just out of reach of reality but it still makes my new life feel hopeful and close with its faint taste and fleeting scent. *
Walking alone in the dark and cold I found a stream I wanted to call you just to let you listen for a while. *
Year in Review
I knew you for only 2 months this summer but every time I see a woman flick that mute switch on the side of her iphone I salivate like a helpless dog of science *
Last night I saw you Reclined on the Chesterfield Drinking and smoking and preaching to the nobody that surrounded you Last night I saw you consumed by your hunger Just a burning ember of potential A flickering spark of desire Last night I walked alone In the unusually quiet reverence of the city. I couldn't tell you the last time we spoke But last night I saw you die Like some cliche we never said goodbye *
Put yourself in my shoes. How much sleep would you lose? Would you be content were I not to explain? “Just one conversation,” you would maintain, “One talk, that would be all that I need.” How much beauty would you fail to see With each unanswered day gone by hoping something inside you would die? A death you wish with every prayer So maybe then you would not care. *
the most peaceful times close to the end were the smoke breaks outside the hospital what were a pair of shrivelled lungs compared to a heart that would explode? *
your love was rough and wild untamed and unrestrained when you said you were the ocean I ignored the rocks and cliffs visible off to the side *
she believed she was a fairy and when your love became too real she was on the next dragonfly out of town
she doesn't remember you and it breaks your heart because that night in that stairwell at that party you planned each others lives but the plans were lofty and the drug too dense *
Your hands were soft that's what I remember you ran them through my hair my beard you were gentle and slow reading the grooves and grains committing it all to memory I never felt your skin on my skin but I remember you felt soft *
you were 20 minutes late you were 40 minutes late I waited an hour and when you showed your hug turned back time *
does the jungle remember every rain storm or does it just anticipate the next one? *