Time (II)
Every time I break I
Put myself back together
All the different arrangements of me
Have frayed edges and glue marks
Without a map or a guide
I put myself back together
Smaller, sturdier, and
Missing no pieces
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Time (II)
Every time I break I
Put myself back together
All the different arrangements of me
Have frayed edges and glue marks
Without a map or a guide
I put myself back together
Smaller, sturdier, and
Missing no pieces
Not Love , I Know Better(maybe)
This isn’t love
It’s a sordid glance my way
Like im the devil on your shoulder it’s really not ok
Like I blessed the rains down in Africa and then some
like every time I start to speak all you want to do is listen
Well love will burn you down
Love will burn you down
Saw the king stole the crown
Love will burn you down
This isn’t love,
It’s a permanent vacation
Mistakes are scarier than the monsters on the pages
I’ve realized it’s realer to lie than be a realist
Cause the truths just something that we don’t wanna deal with
(Chorus?)
This isn’t love,
this is paralysis at best
Our praxis is a joke and our ideals are a mess
The argument itself is flawed, but when you’re calling out to god, it’s hard to care
This isn’t love, I swear
Love will burn you down
Love will burn you down
you never left your hometown
Love will burn you down
Love will burn you down
Love will burn you down
We’re really in it deep now
Love will burn you down
This isn’t love
S.M.C.W. 2019
actually that "link a playlist you love" question deserves a bonus answer, because there's a playlist that really Changed My Life that simply isn't available to link anymore due to being on 8tracks
but it was a bubblegum pop Hannibal themed playlist called "boyhunter", with a bunch of upbeat pop songs themed around cannibalism and hunting and bloodthirst (think cannibal by kesha, disturbia by rhianna, etc)
and it kind of changed my life so much that now i use "boyhunter" as a descriptor when i'm looking to make a specific kind of playlist (ex: "yeah, i'm making a doppio list but i'm going Boyhunter with it")
I FOUND IT
Personhood
About sobriety
It’s good for the health and bad for the mental health
May be good for that too
And I’m not talking about drugs
I’m talking about fasting
About abstaining from somet
hing you dastardly want just to get It better in the morning
S.M.C.W. 2024
Fat and broken
How could I ever
Hope anyone could
Love me
The scale went up again
I thought I was maintaining
Which isn’t great but
It’s better than gaining
Well now I’m gaining
Work it off, he might tell me
You can eat anything
You want
as long as you work it off
Well I’ve been working
My whole life
We’ve all been working
Our whole lives
Have any of us
Got where we’re going yet?
S.M.C.W. 2024
You Found Me
After the dust had cleared
After my mind solidified
Into oatmeal that I’ll make us daily
And the brisk transgressions pay no mind to the want for another world for us
I want you simply
Like this
Popsicles melt in your mouth
Fourth of July fireworks kiss me naked
Lonetime Longtime no time like the now
Time to take it she said
Let’s make it
They went
S.M.C.W. 2024
Wonder is a beast of the heart
Hope is the string that tears it apart
S.M.C.W. 2024
How long have you been writing poetry?
Since I was about 7. That’s the first time I remember writing concrete poetry.
Tantamount To A Gamble (And I Don’t)
Presuppose
Your prose has made its mark
So it goes bullshitting in the dark
Ideas molder waiting for their turn
Torches don’t illume they only burn
Shallow charm can lead to deeper pools
If you play the cards right maybe you’ll
Lead the green out of the grey
See the night into the day
I’ll take your hand
You hold the cards
Strangers at a bar
S.M.C.W. 2018
Cashapp/Duolingo
Farce onward from the second you double it
Au pair everything in verse
Shakespeare prefers the poetic, couple-it
Marxian tragedy cums first
S.M.C.W 2024
kHole
Loud loud loud
Less so when you know what’s going on
Mad bullshit
Poetry over games
It’s good for your brain
To do stuff like that
Off our phones
Out of our minds
Give ourselves a gift
Is just to be present
Mottled hands
Serve you just desserts
A deserted dessert land
Catch a phrase
Catch yourself but
Don’t wreck yourself
Or sell yourself short
A geisha in Ireland
Can make as many
Hot potato
Griddle cakes sweet cheeks
Beat your meat all over a baby’s car seat
Be sick on silk In a cellular fashion
Fascism loses as heroin kills
Add subtract less than me divide
One times you was always more than
An expression of the overhead of
Twitchy feet and a game
That I don’t understand
That’s why I write poetry you see
S.M.C.W. 2016
Lunar Ode
Moon,
Let me come to him now through the town
Pull me, a simple storm, out of my gown
And into a waiting boat to sail the streets
Moon,
Let me obliterate the slumber as I pass
My tempest knows bounds not as,
The peace is broken, but we are awoken
Moon,
Let my waves crash upon his rocky shore
Each stronger than the one before
Only a sweet whisper can quell them
Moon,
Let the ocean lap at the caves
While lovers splash in the waves
And sing to the stars together
Moon,
Let us wash up on the quiet beach
As we say our farewells to us each
And rest in a tide pool out of reach
S.M.C.W. 2016
The Undercoat
The soft warm belly of a cat
Nothing more inviting than that
But if you reach your hand to pet
It’s a vicious scratch you’ll get
Don’t try to catch them unawares
Nobody’s reflex is faster than theirs
The pliant underside is tender
But there’s one thing you must remember
Caress the head, cuddle the kitten
But don’t touch the belly else-wise you’ll get bitten!
S.M.C.W. 2018
Some Words If You Will
I feel like the ground is the ground
Meow
Jump up swing around
And bounce
Let me live and bounce mama
Earth mama
Moon drama
Sun daddy stars llama
Coke, cocaine, snort your shame and Pain
Bounce to the ground baby
Back and forth and back and forth
Like a seahorse cast in density
Like a willing drug propensity
A wave that builds intensity
Crashing with immensity
Destroyer of our own city
Just bounce it down to the ground baby
I found an uptown sound in you baby
The hounds in the pound again baby
Meow at me it’s all you understand
S.M.C.W. 2017
I Am Not Afraid of the Big Bad World.
I went outside just now after this WHAT A NIGHT weekend and opened my pack to a missing wish cigarette. I hope their wish comes true and I know they probably need that good luck and I'll tell myself they needed it more than I. But I'm so scared for them, and for you too.
I am not afraid of the big bad world.
I spent all night alternatively being selfish and selfless, petty ("your emotions are still valid, Sarah" "but really, are they necessary?") attempts at inducing jealousy coupled with too many grasps at caring for the guests in my home. I don't know what it means objectively to have a good time but I heard that a good time was had. I accept the satisfactory result and will work to improve in future.
I am not afraid of the big bad world!
I lost my job over some admirable attempts at standing up for whatever ideals I think I have, and now I can't pay my rent but I'll still pay other people's bills before my own both because I don't really say no to people brave enough to ask for help but more improbably/importantly because without community, the individual cannot exist. I'm not certain of my own existence, tbh. Do I exist when I'm alone? Am I ever not alone?
Am I not afraid of the big bad world?
Sustainable living is emotionally too, more than farming or home sharing. Interdependence, that word they don't teach, replacing it with oh so important (if it's so important, why do they suck at imparting it to us?) subjects like "thickening your skin" and "shame shame guilt shame" because "life isn't fair" I spend so much time (futile endeavors) looking after people or attempting to anyway I don't know how effective it is because codependency fucks with you when you have a bleeding heart ("Sarah, that will get you where?" "Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I know.")
I am Not Afraid of the BIG BAD world.
Fairness like love is a word with so many ideas behind it. Language evolves so quick we don't have time to agree on one definition before it's Irrelevant anyway and the world moved on. Moved THE FUCK ON. "Life goes on" is a good response but it's apologist and too pacifist for my liking. Fairness is measured in every action, but someone else's logic doesn't add up to the sum of the dearth of love in the cosmos. Justice is only effective when everyone agrees they deserved it. (That's not up to everyone. It's not even up to the arbitrator of perceived wrongful actions. It's up to us to protect ourselves though, so we wave our virtual pitchforks and close our ranks.)
Everyone's afraid of the big bad world.
Someone walked away from my house this morning with a pack of cigarettes and my ukelele and I don't think they're coming back. I don't know what they're going to do and I'm hurting because I want to save people but manifest destiny right? Wherever the road/GPS/muscle memory takes us, that's where we say we wanted to end up.
please, I'm so afraid.
But not of the big bad world.
Fuck you world.
S.M.C.W. 2017
The John
There once was a man with great aim
He hired a bunch of dames
They all sucked his cock
Then he pulled out his glock
And the newspaper published their names
S.M.C.W. 2016
Happy Endings
I’ll be blunt I havent heard a thing you said
I’ve been busy smoking trails around your head
and if it’s fairytales you speak of
well they always end in true love
But love by choice not fate leaves you better off instead
S.M.C.W. 2015