March 2013
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3-31-13
i miss
missing the
sound of
what it
must feel
like to
miss you
February 2013
3 posts
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For Claire: I Resent This
westernwon:
you wake up at night and turn on the light at least you are still breathing you ditch the wheel-soaked roads of your city seeking salacious night you ride trains and buses, always near the front, never exit. You live En Route. Electric Signals. A Moving Fist. Because you are burning chrysanthemum hollow-point short-shirted dancer, a broken Dove on a telephone wire, you...
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New Followers:
westernwon:
I’m going to make fun of you probably definitely
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people say “take care of yourself”
i do the opposite
people say “but what about”
i then explain why not
people say “but don’t you want”
i tell them what i need
when they ask me “who are you?”
i’ll act like i forgot
January 2013
4 posts
1 tag
1-30
scottiehughes:
no pictures no colours no contrast only the irretrievable scale of driving rain from cloud to roof to street to grass to dirt and back again
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Things In January
westernwon:
x’s
caffeine-induced hangovers
a distinct lack of dryer sheets
a girl’s lips I dream of
a different girl’s lips on my shoulder in a whisper of night
the music and the glow-paint was a whirlpool
I rode my bike through the snow because I had to stop dreaming
traffic cones on building-tops
a new leather jacket (this is important)
a record collection that tracks post-aviation...
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um
i would be a jar for you but i have no emptiness to kill
i would run a mile for you but i have no more shoes to fill
i would move away with you but i haven’t got the time
i would end the world with you but i’m looking for a rhyme
December 2012
5 posts
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Darling I have no needs you can fulfill I have no landscape missing your sillouhette There is no empty fireplace the stones that pave my chest are solid and the weather does not affect them. I have crossed you out of every constellation,
so when I look up at night now, it’s dark. My skin does not remember the taste of yours I do not have dreams about somebody as quiet as I wish I could...
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“What makes me love you, despite the reservations? What do I see in your eyes?”
– Sim Sala Bim by Fleet Foxes
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The more I find out about the people I’m supposed to unquestioningly love, the less I love them. The more I find out about the people I’m supposed to be wary of, the more I want to love them.
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i call it anxiety
scottiehughes:
I dream of dawn and death ringing through stick-rickety shotgun houses. They all lie in a part of town I have never been through, and people I have never met die silently. The sun stings blood-stilled irises differently and someone writhes under a sole. Another escapes.
In the dream he takes us far away. We hide in the aether. This should be enough.
Sometimes in the low...
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“Come over with a box of tea bags and a sunset and I’ll read you Dylan Thomas in...”
– (via westernwon)
November 2012
4 posts
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to the wise:
Do not give me your books. I will try to read them and fail.
Do not write me any songs. I will stick them in my head.
Do not give me a fireplace. I will burn wood all night long.
Do not tell me you love me. I will tell you that is gross.
Do not kiss the side of my neck. I will become far too enamoured.
Do not think I will come back. I will find a time to disappoint.
Do not consider me a...
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Shirt Buttons
I’m not equipped to deal with this waiting for you clenching my fists and I know I told you I’m in love but we all say things that we don’t mean
and I am sorry that I am fucking up and these baseball kids are gonna beat me up I bet you didn’t know about them but I’ll tell the other girls I’m coming clean
I know you don’t know what you want and...
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We are doormats
well. Y’know. Steps and shit.
October 2012
4 posts
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sometimes my legs are too big and I think about you smiling at somebody else anybody else and I am filled with jealousy of whoever gets to have a clear view of you when you do that. It’s not that I’m in love with you it’s that it’s now become a verb. It’s a thing I do. I wake up in the morning and I love you. It’s so simple that it complicates everything...
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Goodnight Song
Take me down on the rare earth let it go Tell me I am special like your favorite song Drop your voice below your waist like you don’t care pick up your shallow shoulders and tell me that I’m wrong This is a confession in raindrop rust-kiss we never had nothing that was worth holding on you were a neutron star and I was just a black hole you could sing invisible but I was always gone ...
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10/14/12 This is how I drive cars
I am too afraid to get a library card because what if somebody sees me and they decide I’m a loser for not having one already and what if I can’t read the books I missed out on as a kid so now I’m stuck without ever experiencing them because people will see me reading them now and think I suck because of it and what if they’re right What if I said “Hello do you like...
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September 2012
4 posts
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Forever North
westernwon:
Claire end this dirge in my breathe be the other woman I cannot lie to My wrist is a flame break shadow behind my back arms behind my back Pin me with cyclist legs wipe her away from the sweat on my forehead
I do not want tired snap fall every night anymore I want to sleep and know I am sleeping to dream and not wonder about intentions To be in love with something other than the...
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“There’s a black crow sitting across from me
And his wiry legs are crossed...”
– still hurts
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“where you’ll be my desert dove
and we’ll find a way to make better love
you...”
– (via westernwon)
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9-3
at your end of the continent there are glittering lakes, yawning, waiting to be crossed
soon we find bridges whose sole purposes are to be jumped off of
you once said we’d go dancing in white tuxedos black taffeta gowns patent leather promises, you said
tonight I blow smoke cross-legged, polish my shoes, and wish you well with the prospect of two more broken hearts
“I always meet the nicest...
August 2012
11 posts
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It's Only 4 Miles Away
At risk of being creepy I thought about singing songs about college and punk rock under your window every night this week. But I only ever get to the steps of my basement before I realize you wouldn’t be listening.
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I stay up late sometimes but you only call when I’m sleeping.
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a car in three parts
prologue: give me a second with your subconscious and I’ll take ferris-wheel heights to a new level, make moonlight out of a pool of stars in my palms, and carve into your sky like fireworks long after america goes to bed: you can fall asleep in the car on the way home, but give me a second with your subconscious and I’ll pervade your dreams until morning
1.)
I am tremendous at beginning,...
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westernwon:
galaxy eyes I’ll find my telescope one day I’ll know exactly what’s inside your galaxy eyes
I’ll keep my mother’s car unlocked and the sun roof will be open the moon is a giant mirror built to keep me from seeing you My vision has been blurring since this smoke has been around they tell me our town’s burning so I’m kept from seeing you galaxy eyes I’ll stare at the sky all night...
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8-23
She told me to tell her a love story in five sentences or fewer. I bit my lip, like she once did when I had stolen a secret from her. I cracked my knuckles and massaged my temples. I waited for the story to come, but instead, the love sat on the edges of my fingers silently, refusing to move. She and I both went to bed apart, feeling alone.
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8-20
being alone in a room full of people is pretty glamorous
being all alone isn’t quite so pretty
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If I could lie to myself the way I can lie to people who love me, I’d love me too.
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shut the fuck up and don't worry
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to...
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8/13/12
we are breaking the wrong way don’t fix me.
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westernwon:
and I’m crying
remember when andy...
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8/5/12
Don't touch me
But you're all I can feel
July 2012
10 posts
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“I wish I could feel your pulse more strongly than an echo.”
– oops
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Update
My bangs are growing out.
I haven’t had a bare forehead since middle school and my eyes are starting to see more and more of the light,
and for years they’ve curtained my world, but they’re growing out.
My hair is growing and my toenails peek out and the shades of sun on my legs are starting to catch up to my forearms. Scrapes and spiderbites come and go— have you...
4 tags
7/18/12
If you knew
you wouldn’t be here to talk about it
Sometimes I keep secrets because of others.
Other times, it’s because of me. For you, it’s because of everything. You are everything. That is why I keep you.
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7/13/12
There is nothing here that you do not already have but the dust beneath your fingernails has a distinct golden sheen to it and it matches the highlights on the clouds tonight Did you know water reflects light upside down too? That’s why the clouds are the color of your smile at night I’ve got a wind in my bones somewhere between where you told me you loved me and your hand brushing...
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7/12/12
Let me save my paychecks for plane tickets and we’ll make maps obsolete
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7/11/12
She told me there was no way I could ever touch her like that again. I agreed. Two years passed and I saw her at a party, throwing herself into the fury of sweaty evenings and fire-fly shadows sexing sheets, the sweat pooled behind her hears and on her make-up, turning her into a mermaid bathing in the tremulous bass of the music and the hands of those who would have her belong to them, if only...
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“If I am the good in the world I’m doing a pretty bad job of it, but I...”
– oops
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Audrey Two (7-6)
There is a girl
who was born with sun in the
spaces between her teeth
and blue china shards in her eyes
when she laughed as a child all
the adults asked who had let a robin into
the house, and no one had an answer
but this girl, who keeps me up
just by breathing the same air.
This paper grows soft and light in the
malleable moonlight at 2 am, and there
below me is a girl who does...
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7-3
my heart’s racing so fast that I can’t sleep
but your calming ways drag me to the deep
it’s midnight in july under the moon
all I can do is dream I’ll see you soon
June 2012
30 posts
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ruth's birthday
this is a storm
that skirts around cities
worrying the edges of
skyscrapers
when it hits the scopes
of widening fields and
corporation wasteland
it sweeps up a girl
whirls her in its wind
grabs her in a
flash of light and
kisses her fierce
in the rain
it pins her on the
inside of car
windows, fogging
up the glass and
singing the
insides of her
thighs with the
rumbling that...
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picnic table poetry (6-27)
night and
neversleep
comes on
the feet of a
hurried old
soul with
wrists made
for wringing:
he kisses
like a girl
eats a peach
whose thighs
are cold-bumped
like divots in
dirt after it
rains.
the man
bites;
neversleep
in his ear
and on
her breath;
in the
morning
we have
breakfast
and act
like nothing
ever happened
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Bird-Listening 6/27
she tells me
I’m not special
and I
(I think I can I think I can I think I can) hear a smile
between the slow smack of bottom lip on the “p”
and the slight sneer of the “shh” sound that might be meant for me. Then again, who smiles at the wind?
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6/26
the music shatters the bells and we learn a new kind of resoncance
