#mileshodges

[anny786-blog]

'The coolest kid in the room actually doesn't have any friends'- Miles Hodges

[inlivingwritenow]

And I can’t count on time or all the times that I’ve sinned. But I also can’t count the times I've tried again [...] But I can count on the mountains. I count on the sea. I can count on the wind. I can count on the breeze and the trees and the bees like this some Shel Silverstein shit. But real shit, this motherfucking sidewalk don’t end; it dips and it curves, it turns left and it bends—sometimes back to the beginning, but there exists no map. You’ll never know when you’re winning.

Miles Hodges "Count on It"

'Every day above ground is a good day.'

[kushnotepads]

Head To Toe

Deep Jet Black Curls like 1:00 am times alone in Mount Kisco, His brown skin perfect, flawless like perfection at its peaking, his eyes, they told stories of love and passion for the women in his classes, he pays attention to their bodies and the way that they approach him, his lips, so soft and gentle, I want kiss him and swap secrets till our lips no longer can move, tender sweet , they have a taste of lust when he gives me that look and tells me to move slow, his shoulder, built so strong that the weight he carries often wonder why they even chose him, strong enough to push back the weight that life throws at him with ease, he’s not hard to please and his chest, oh I swear when we hug, our hearts play together, they try to mimic and copy one another and their in tunes, when my head rest on his chest, it’s like my own person I tunes, it plays my favorite melody, and his waist, I’m 5’2 to a man who is 6 ft., his waist is often where I rest when he stands to hold me , his pleasure, ill skip that for nights where I’m all alone and all I want to do is be in his bed, wrapped up sheets of moaning and groaning, promises to take me to places only some will ever reach , he is the man of life when he strips down to show me…and what a show it was…his legs, the journeys he takes every morning appear in the creases of his knees, he has scrapes and bruises, cuts of confusion, ever scar is a story and he tells it well, stories of when he was young and wild, free to roam away from home in the backyard in Trinidad…or tales of war when he hid in the bushes in Iraq and waited for his death to arrive…he often brought tears to my eyes, ankles…they were smooth like skin meant to be rubbed, they were gentle and his feet….the bottom often showed where he’s been in life…the way he could stomp down in anger or the way he glided in the room to see me, I could tell this man was whom I would marry…and we did, he looked into my deep brown broken and eyes and said till death do us part, I will make you smile, even if I have to sacrifice my own like mothers and fathers for their children, I will make you feel secure, locks and bolts tatted around my bones and I felt his words in my spirit and in my soul, I promise to be your backbone when your spine decides that it had enough pain inside, I will be here when the money runs out and when your beauty ages like red wine spills on loose leaf paper, I will be your strength and your heart, I will cherish it…and everyone in the church cried tears of love

[mindnomming]

The coolest kid in the room actually has no friends

Miles Hodges

[nihiloexnihilo]

words from a shallow observer

I wonder how deep this art will take me. I mean art as in my humanity. My ability to completely zone out and zone in on the activities of others. It's almost a habit for me to analyze other people's interactions and critique my own. I wonder how deep this art will take me. I often think about the absence of an overall plan in my life. Then I think about the absence of a plan in my life this summer. I lost one job and I'm struggling to find another. My character has been questioned and I'm being forced to grow. I can't say I feel too great about it. Growth is uncomfortable and I'm very uncomfortable right now. I wonder how deep this art will take me. I'm realizing that I'm slightly obsessed with Miles Hodge's poetry. He seems to possess my soul's feelings throughout his lines. He feels my pain, forreal lol. I want to write better because of him. I just want to write because of him. To think, I was so close to him and I could've spit a poem and gained his respect. But I was too afraid and now who knows when I'll get another chance to be in presence. He is greatness. & I know he hasn't acknowledged it yet. I wonder how deep this art will take me. I spent the day with my mother and grandmother doing big girl things and having big girl conversation. I felt like the adult that I continue to stifle. My grandmother views me as her new drinking buddy now and I would have never thought I'd see that day. I look at them and I realize that I don't want to be like them. One is divorced and kinda messing with a married man. & the other is teetering between leaving my father and staying. I don't want to end up older and loveless. I just want it to work and I want him to think I'm worth fighting for. Whoever he is. Hell, I want to have enough faith to not give up on myself. Hopefully I figure everything out. I just feel like I'm doing it wrong. Doing life wrong. Living half-heartedly. I wonder how deep this art will take me. Who knows why god chose me and if I'll ever execute his plans. This couldn't be the summer he planned for me. Hashtag pray for me. Hashtag milesxmiles could get it despite my current depressive state. Hashtag this henny and cranberry got to me a lot quicker than I expected. Hashtag peace.

[not-yo-ordinary-white-girl]

Everyday above ground, is a good day

miles hodges