Lunar Filter

"Because sometimes even the moon is ugly" // 14 // She // Poet // Stars and the Dark Space Between // Secrets // AMA

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Salty

It’s salty 

Did you put salt in this?

it’s salty

how much salt did you put in this?

it’s so salty

he says.

HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO BLAME ME THAT YOU CAN’T COOK?????

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i went to the asian market to buy smokes

they taste

the same

as my mothers’.

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There once was a girl

in an orb

of crystal.

She breathed all her air

turned purple

and died.

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Had to fly under the radar for a while. 

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Music is like putting my head to your chest

The beat thrums

into my ear

down to my heart

until it becomes my own.

[harmony-is-happiness]

[myrelationshipwithlove]

If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way. Happiness can exist only in acceptance. 

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Every constellation is just a group of stars we picked out.

For some reason, we think they go together.

That they form a perfect picture

Composed of invisible, imaginary lines.

So why can’t there be such a line

between you and I?

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House cat

My father tries to warn me about dogs

“Even the little ones can bite”

“You have to watch out for them”

“Sometimes they’re real quiet”

And he’ll stroke my hair

Pet me on the head

Like I’m his house cat

Instead of his daughter.

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Star Girl

Scientists talk about things in terms of the

vastly large&vastly small.

Which put us somewhere in the middle

Just like bacteria.

And it makes me wonder if somewhere out

in the far heights of space

is a girl a hundred light-years tall

with hair tumbling like a nebula

who still feels 

as small

as

i

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Sometimes I have questions

but can never find the right words

so I just look at you

and hope I can see the answer in your eyes.

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Skunks

I saw a scrap of black

spiky against the grey of the road

a flash of white

on what had once been a tail

and a stench that stretched out in every direction.

Over the roar of the car’s engine

over the fumes of burnt exhaust

that stench lingered.

Last week I saw one crawling into a ditch.

It turned and watched me

with eyes turned molten by the setting sun.

I thought it was cute.

And the next time I caught that stench

it all made sense.

When something 

innocent

&

sweet

&

lonely

is destroyed.

What else would you expect to hang in the air, mourning?

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I am trying to be nice to you online

I am trying to be a good person

But the things you keep saying sound like you’ve already forgotten me

I thought the distance of miles wouldn’t destroy

our closeness

I thought wrong

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I tell my mom I’m going for a walk

There’s an empty field behind the 711. It’s mostly just brown grass and weeds and trash. There’s empty 40s and empty cans of Monster and empty condoms that people just threw on the ground. There’s a big slab of leftover concrete out in the middle of it and this is where I go when I want to escape. 

I tell my mom I’m going for a walk and with those magic words she stops caring where I am. One time I didn’t come home until 4 am. She wasn’t up waiting for me. She’d gone to bed. There was a note on the fridge that said Nite Nite Maddy. 

Somehow the field is more cozy than my empty house.

[mypenleaksiridescence]

Suns and moons don’t stay together; they only eclipse one another.

@a-writing-mind (via mypenleaksiridescence)

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Thoughts meander like a restless wind Inside a letter box they Stumble blindly as they make their way Across the universe

Fiona Apple / John Lennon 

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Do you ever just

stare

at your teacher’s face as he speaks

until his glasses blur into pale discs

of nothing

and know that he isn’t capable of seeing

anymore

than the rest of us?

[lifeinpoetry]

                                                                         For              months, your exhalations were turning into black cloth. They were so soft, so indistinguishable from the dark              around us, I didn’t even feel them filling my throat.

— Kaveh Akbar, from “America,” published in 92Y