June 2012
People usually say goodbye with their lips.
Sailing off
The Archipelago of Kisses Jeffrey McDaniel
We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy – like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldn’t ...
“When I told them I was going to become a comedian they laughed at me. They’re...”
– Bob Monkhouse (via themsweetnothings)
You Are All Desire
You Are All Desire My needs, they fall away from me. (Dull flesh- can it convince itself?) They are: oxygen- to flame each breath; sources of food and water- to quell the instinctual ravening brought by you; sources of clothing and shelter- to protect my body from the world’s duress. My needs, they fall away from me. Not you, my love, for you are verging on somethingness, like the full beats...
Reading Someone Else's Love Poems
is after all. All we’ve ever done for centuries - except write them - but what a strange thing it is, after all, rose cheeks and sun- hair and lips, and underarms, and that little gut I love to nuzzle on, soft underbelly - oops - that wasn’t what I meant to talk about; ever since handkerchiefs fell, and hoop- skirts around ankles swirled and smiled, lovers have dreamed their loves upon...
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are...”
– Gary Provost (via qmsd)
don't want what you can't have.
or what doesn’t want you.
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly...”
– Sylvia Plath (via whirlwindromances)
“there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize...”
– Oh Yes, Charles Bukowski
spilling words like water.: in the kitchen --... →
recycledstars:
It’s right before you drive away: our limbs still warm with sleep, coffee sputtering out, the north wind, your hips pressing me hard against the table. I like it hard because I need to remember this. I want to say harder. How we must look to the road that’s gone, to the splayed morning of cold butter and inveterate greed. Light comes and goes in the field. Oranges in a bowl,...
Echosonance
I want to write a song.
This song will be about the song people have in their hearts. They say that everybody knows two stories, the story they tell themselves about the world and the story they tell the world about themselves.
This song is about the song people sing to themselves about themselves.
There are three brothers in the song. Each has his own conflict. Following the conventional rules...
Thanks →
Thank you for arguing with me. You taught me the correct way to disagree, as well as the incorrect way. You pushed me to my breaking point, so now I know to never go there again.
Thank you for second-guessing every romantic gesture I made. You believing them to be nothing more than measly attempts at covering up dark secrets, only solidified their necessity. You taught me that I am more than...
your words, like endless knives.
“I fear three newspapers more than I fear ten thousand swords. Such is the power...”
– Napoleon Bonaparte.
theachinglybeautiful:
” The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off ” - Jean Cocteau
All clothes.
the door is always open
