Don't let Life let you go.

Alex. reborn. 19. Alaska

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[babylon-crashing]

crummy

One day we wake with a carnivorous

appetite no one told us we’d acquire.

Change, they say, is good for you. Yes, unless

it is hunger, the sort of desire

that will make everything hell. We are shy

bookworms in this world and I will assail

the gates of hell for you. Let none deny

your need; even though that’s what they’ll do. They’ll

tell you it’s a phase — unnatural — tell

you to straighten up. Don’t be so nerdy,

curvy, dirty. Don’t lisp and don’t stutter.

I’m just laughing out loud. Tell me which hell

I can find you in to calm your crummy

dear heart so that I can feed your hunger.

[boykeats]

trans man writes a sonnet to himself

i pretend to wear my body like midnight wears moon, like symphony wears eighth note, like god wears one lone tabernacle. but i am not god. i’m a man beating

against the windowpanes of my smallness, wanting shattered glass for my bright deliverance. how could i forget every time i let my tongue taste the word ‘thrive’

& knew it applied to me always? o heart, i can be fearsomely wondrous now, sing tectonic hymns of myself now, even if i am early on in the passage of becoming,

regardless of if i am only river clay donning this guise of blood for a brief moment.

[writingismyfuture-blog]

Keep me

[writingismyfuture-blog]

You inspire me to be more than I once was

[writingismyfuture-blog]

Coffee our 1st date.

Across window panes 

kissing arms and pillowed

crossing maligant legs.

We question the taste of bitter

coffee and experience’s that passed.

Time gave me taste for this. 

For adult conversation.

For two paroled lives 

parallel.

For once when I hear, 

“Im proud of you”

I believe whole heartedly.

For once I see my pain 

seen. 

For what was once for me

 was once for you. 

The danger is only centered

in the feeling of feeling again.

To fall in fall’s arms

To pierce the veils of pain’s paint.

The baggage that I bring, you know the weight,

That seems okay,

however hopelessly delayed. 

For now, if I loose you

like I have lost so many others

so unlike you

I loose part of myself. 

That fear of fear’s shadow

like failure whipping.

But, its just coffee

I tell myself.

A first date to claim

a time to believe in fate’s fallacy.  

[soundcloudgems]

Felly - Mackdaddy

[soundcloudgems]

Gyyps (Feat. Felly & Trip Carter) - Single For The Summer

[writingismyfuture-blog]

Somewhere along the time, she founded herself folded into the drawers of her self. Streching, she found herself come undone: all the seams, all the zippers, all the folds came loose. She slide right out and was ready to face the world once again. 

[writingismyfuture-blog]

“Ph.D Dad… I want a Ph.D in English Literature.”

“You are going to Law school.”

“Dad, Did you hear me a Ph.D, I will be a doctor!”

“No, you are going to be a lawyer and that is that.”

Me Later: When will I be good enough for you dad?

[boy-so-pale]

[writingismyfuture-blog]

“Ph.D Dad... I want a Ph.D in English Literature.”

“You are going to Law school.”

“Dad, Did you hear me a Ph.D, I will be a doctor!”

“No, you are going to be a lawyer and that is that.”

Me Later: When will I be good enough for you dad?

[writingismyfuture-blog]

I do not attest.

Just as my day grew dim

I heard my laced soul pull loose

I knew the every lasting torture was almost done

I walked with their people

I walked with my own

The room was split in two

They desired a airless hunger: justice

I craved sweet solace in the comfort of innocence

My heart was torn as most do from postponed punishment. 

I do not attest to this split of nameless shouts 

We create our woes of peace-less annuity 

To be shut and locked tucked deep under flesh and closed lips

Is all I desire 

To see a new cloud pass swiftly 

to attest to the sweet nothingness of actions and reactions

as the judge demonstrates differences of two. 

[writingismyfuture-blog]

Remember when you went to jail and had to write all the numbers of the people you love on your legs? The security guards asked if they were tattoos, they all said you were smart. But all you could think about how sad you were. That one of these numbers you were leaving. One these souls was in the process of leaving you. I have to believe that this time meant nothing and everything happens for a reason.   

[defineyourgrind]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Last Mile by David Baldacci

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[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Last Mile by David Baldacci

Get the FREE Kindle Reading App

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