Responsibly Reckless

Poems about love, drugs and other horrible things

[tianabnorth-blog]

Plea To An Unknown Author

Let me read your notebook I want to feel your words and read your mind Let me flip it’s pages and dare to slice the supple skin on the breakup letter draft you wrote for the girl with my middle name Let me see you blush Like I do when I let people read my writing because halfway through letting go you remember that awful sex poem in between the drugs and the anger and you can’t help but feel like you’re going to throw up Let me laugh But don’t take it personally it’s just that I’ve thought these words before and I’m not sure why or when or how but I’m convinced you stole them from the caverns in my mind to display on faded ivory with blue and black smudges Let me read your notebook The one you carry with you Leather bound and always open Writing hand twitching and twirling a pen As if any second you’ll find the words to say it The answer To all of this

[tianabnorth-blog]

UPDATE: I got to read his notebook. Didn't disappoint

[tianabnorth-blog]

Kenaston

I love that solitary second of silence Before the lights change Red lights all four ways Cars inch to the stop line And stop in lines Of twos The world stops for a moment No pedestrians walking Just speakers blaring And dog tongues wagging Out windows Ashen cigarettes dropping To sticky tar pavements It’s the kind of world I want to live in Where we’re forced to stop Rushing And think Think hard About you and who you are Or just about dinner Or maybe about how you want to get thinner But never nothing Always something To keep you grounded Until the lights change

[tianabnorth-blog]

6 words for you

I can be Your velvet angel

[tianabnorth-blog]

The night you left pt2

How is it that the stars keep burning after and the words that were churning your stomach at night let go the moment before you say them like the calm before the storm or maybe that sad little lobe of your right side brain telling you she was worth it takes hold for one moment and the split second the words leave your lips you're petrified terrified if not at least full of regret before your tongue hits your teeth on the ssssssssss-orry I'm leaving you but you're better off witttthhhhhh-out me Without me Ssssssssorry Withhhhhhh -out me Better off? Ssssssssss- orry.

[tianabnorth-blog]

The night you left pt1

My muse my muse I said I could only write high So you bought my weed My muse I said I could only write drunk So you supplied my wine My muse my muse I said I only write when I’m sad You left My muse my muse You left

[tianabnorth-blog]

House Sweet House

Where rain drops hit the glass with the force of all the words left unsaid between people we should call acquaintances, but instead are dubbed relatives. Where we gather for meals and plaster on smiles though we don’t know the first thing about one another. We are strangers living in close proximity, testing who will give up first Our home is just a house.

[tianabnorth-blog]

Plea To An Unknown Author

Let me read your notebook I want to feel your words and read your mind Let me flip it's pages and dare to slice the supple skin on the breakup letter draft you wrote for the girl with my middle name Let me see you blush Like I do when I let people read my writing because halfway through letting go you remember that awful sex poem in between the drugs and the anger and you can't help but feel like you're going to throw up Let me laugh But don't take it personally it's just that I've thought these words before and I'm not sure why or when or how but I'm convinced you stole them from the caverns in my mind to display on faded ivory with blue and black smudges Let me read your notebook The one you carry with you Leather bound and always open Writing hand twitching and twirling a pen As if any second you'll find the words to say it The answer To all of this

[tianabnorth-blog]

A Virgo On the Topic of Forgiveness

the words I wrote weren't enough they continue to be insufficient the waves I deciphered into words never prove to be enough for me because I'm still drowning in my head in a sea of inconceivable thoughts they told me to learn how to forgive but I don't think I can do that because I'm a virgo and all I know how to do is forget forget your name your number your address forget your biggest wish and your greatest regret but I can't forgive you so when someone reminds me makes me remember i get angry 24 unread messages angry 7 expired voicemails angry hate mail with the i's dotted by skulls and the t's crossed by bones angry words woven into daggers thrust into soft flesh angry i want to kill you or at least I think I do but that's not the point see because one day I'll get over it because someone will stop reminding me one day I won't know your name and the waves will calm and the words will come and one day that will be enough

[lanadelreying]

[tianabnorth-blog]

I'm a Feminist but you're still a Whore

I hope you know you ruined me I’ve never trusted so hard Never gave a second thought I promised to give you the world Just to see you smile And no, I didn’t love you but frankly, you didn’t either.

I hope you know I’ll never trust a boy To ever be my friend Because platonic isn’t supposed to be A one way street. Platonic isn’t supposed to be manipulation Platonic isn’t supposed to be “I’ve always loved you, Do you love me?” Platonic isn’t what we had Platonic isn’t what you wanted.

But remember that you didn’t love me Remember that because it’s true Remember that all you wanted was happiness The love you “let me” have with him Don’t think for a second that it would’ve been different Had you not played matchmaker Don’t think for a goddamn minute that we would’ve been together Don’t you fucking dare to make imaginary-me yours I’ve never been yours I could never be yours I’ll never be yours Goodbye.

[tianabnorth-blog]

Untitled 44: 6 word story

i can be hurt by you

[tianabnorth-blog]

Untitled 43

i’d be lying if I said looking into your eyes didn’t make me squirm in a schoolgirl way that makes me sick to my stomach with those butterflies whose steel wings hit a little too hard against the soft flesh that you know too well from the others before me - yes, I know there were others before me - There had to be. but I’d be lying if I said thinking about them didn’t make my fists ball up and my knuckles turn white as snow - deep enough to bury myself in if only these flushed cheeks wouldn’t melt my disguise - the only thing I have to hide myself in - hide from you in. but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think you could see right through it like the plastic bag that I swear someone threw over my head - because how else do you explain my breath? or in this case - in the case that I catch your eyes - my lack thereof

[utrippy]

[tianabnorth-blog]

You Loved Like a Cigarette

you loved me like a cigarette borrowed a lighter had a friend talk you up you breathed in deep and ignited the flame smoke swirled around us nicotine sent straight to the brain we got a head rush we fell head over heels but seven minutes isn’t much for love suck deeply and savor the moment for it is over before it began the end came while I was looking away singed fingertips hurt enough to cry out but the damage is repairable fast flames make hot ash falling from the highest of heights leaving the porch covered but it’s not that hard to sweep it all away you’ve never been good for me it’s just addiction begging you to stay

[tianabnorth-blog]

Kosmic

so tell me how does the universe taste sugarcane and cherry lip balm espresso and chrysanthemums they tell me it tastes like desire they tell me it's the flavor of lust lick my lips soft flesh and sticky gloss eclipse my suns but bite your tongue omnipresence isn't all its made out to be

[tianabnorth-blog]

Osbourne

trade a smoke get a lighter trade your time get a story look down for a moment only for the sun to disappear try to time the lights red green walk walk yellow walk faster three two red red sun red ink two red eyes five red cars seven girls with red lipstick blowing kisses eight red cigarette ends filling you with smoke

[tianabnorth-blog]

my ears are filled with thunder my eyes are filled with pouring rain I'm starting to come down again and all I've ever wanted was you