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what i believe love is as of 8:38 10/18/17
how your smile can remind me of banana pancakes
how there’s somebody sitting in between us but i can feel you inhale
how when they don’t talk to me the rest of my day seems to be a little more muted
how you light your cigarette with matches
how all i want is waking up slow with you under covers
how i want to share a mirror and have toothpaste kisses
how tragic i think it is that maybe one day soon i won’t even think of you
eyelashes clutter my phone's screen
i am cloaked with a blanket
tomorrow i've got two hours to myself
i am consuming and feeling blue
heat hits me as hard as his words do
your dark eyes in the summertime
there are families
in tiny houses
doing push-ups in their backyards
they remind me a lot of my own family
i miss nasty women
they've tuned down
but the oppressors haven't
bus ride into the city.
all the kids
with rich foods
& poor families
& creative realms they move between
jumbled together
one speaks of Israel & learning to bardar
i leave my quiet secluditivity
to speak about color studies
& love
brought together by our drive
for our art & through the streets
of new haven
the wheels turn
like those in our minds
i feel so lucky
to witness their lives unfold
may our coffee hearts ramble on
dinner thoughts.
staring down at my flimsy paper plate
as the lights fade in
& fade out
i think about patterns
& jewish actors
& how i hope nobody gets the wrong idea
newtown (ii)
the only place i stay up on my tiptoes in bed i wear his sweatshirt and step over him & the cat green out space out heart out new people every day i fall in love with each and every one my doubts are left behind i am confident i am with the people i love the people that i am sure that i will love forever
newtown.
i feel like i've got freckles in my heart changes of pace dark and light lust and love and i love sitting on the floor of your bedroom i love all my friends and all of yours i love this town i just wish it was mine water splashed close enough to my face for me to realize it was there just like your love for another girl just missed slapping me in the face but i saw the hand just like how i realize my poetry is shit but i do it anyway i love you anyways
my father
i thanked him for dinner and shut off my light pretended to sleep as his heavy tired feet walked past my door bathroom light flicks on glowing in my doorway i hear a faint scrubbing & spitting i realize my father is brushing his teeth he hasn't done this in months small steps quiet self love
led zeppelin boy is starting to fade in my memory my love for him as important as ever but less true now. track running boy's era is falling and incoming there's one that can only be bigger more magnificent more real incoming is sleepy eyes and soft hair incoming is a boy who is so familiar a boy who helps me forget all burdens who tries to make us click incoming, a new era perhaps more strain on my heart but maybe this time something will happen maybe this time i'll say what i think
in the next room over you call us in sunlight is pouring through the open window we sit & watch a dopey film and we let time drip drip drip past and we look up at the moon and think about how long it's been and then we decide to let gravity take its place our minds are swirling everything is beautiful everything is hilarious everything is romantic me and my friend push our heads together we listen to music it creates different dimensions i can see ponds and mountains and wine and i am not alone with me is the boy sitting across the room blowing smoke rings with his soft hair and the adorable kisses he gives his cat how i wish he'd spare some
hello!
no clue why but my crappy lil page has been getting lots of likes and stuff and to my literally 7 followers, i'm really thankful for you guys! i actually follow you all back on my other account and i just really appreciate you people taking the time to read my work!
my lips kind of burn but they’re learning to be happy alone and they’re learning what it’s like to not touch anyone’s else’s my head is reeling at my loneliness but it’s learning that soon isolation will stop it's learning that school will start again and we will begin smoking behind coffee shops and i will finally study art and i will be in the city for hours and maybe my lips won’t have to be so lonely anymore
until you've listened to golden slumbers in the dark in an equally dark melancholy state of mind until you've let paul mccartney's love filled voice ring through your room at 2AM until you've heard what is considered his best moment in his entire discography until you've felt the love and the pain and the sadness that you can SEE radiating off him you haven't lived and you haven't really found peace that's what i think
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thoughtful muddle
feeling a little more colorful eating ramen religiously blasting zariya allen as if my life depended on it two walks thirty minutes each around two cul de sacs and the space in between trying to deal with other's separation wonderful things become more real glorious new friends wash over me like violent orange sunlight yellow and orange that's almost red mismatched blankets on my bed too many pictures on my walls too many in my head there's paint all over me there's music there's anxiety someone might read this someone i don't want to read this so hello just know where i am and don't let me f a l l thanks.
~ RIP Michael Jackson ~
Not only was he an amazing singer and dancer, but he was an amazing humanitarian. He used his fame to help heal the world, save lives, touch peoples’ hearts, and deliver powerful messages through his music, a characteristic artists lack today. And that is why he will always be one of my top most role models, no matter what trash is against him!
✨ Love you Michael, Legends never die ✨
what a thoughtful child rapist
there’s something so liberating about shitty quality sometimes two days ago i sat in a backyard smoking out of a bong made from a water bottle and a pen two days ago i sat in an overheated bedroom with four people i didn’t know and two others that i’ve known most of my life but at the time i felt just as close to the former as the latter we sat there passing around a can of beer filling the room with smoke all of us either on a nicotine or alcohol buzz or a high the day before we rode in a car nearly hotboxing it to a carnival but now showers were taken makeup was done and we left one minute we were there and the next i was in the backseat of a car with three evils swarming in my head and although i could’ve thrown up at any second i felt so good i was so glad i had my moment of clarity where i could be free & to many more
