trembling but roaring

19.3.15

little bits


+ 

don't tell anyone, but i sold my soul to the wildflowers

+ 

i kissed the sharp air goodbye and my lungs filled up with sticky sunny heartachy feelings of this time last year; you are alive

+ 

maybe it's more than just mutual trust and holding hands in the dark and forehead kisses; i think, maybe, it's also spilling hearts on the wooden floor in the afternoon and a light dusting of flour on my sweater and blisters on your fingers from plucking flowers a little too hard; but, maybe i'm wrong, billions of people have spent thousands of year trying to figure out what love is, so how could i possibly know

+

the world is not a kind place, so please, baby girl, don't be like the world

+

     TRYING TO STAY ALIVE
LIKE NEON SIGNS
AND TROUBLED CHILDREN
AND INDIE MUSIC FESTIVALS AND
ENGLISH MAJORS WITH
DYSLEXIA AND HIGH SCHOOL
DROPOUTS AND TXT TLK W/O
CELL (PH)FONES WHAT
EVEN IS THE
                                       MEDIA
                   LIFE
                                    ARE TALK SHOWS
                         LOVE

+

poems are just broken bits of flesh disguised as black print on white pages if you think about it

+

here are all of the
words
i would give
you
if your eyes weren't so
deep

3 comments :

  1. oh wow.
    oh wow.
    oh wow.
    sorry, i don't know what to say.
    your all caps one hit me for some reason, i don't know where or why, but it makes sense.
    it all makes sense.
    you're going a good job, yeah? i love you soo much. <3

    ReplyDelete
  2. This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing...you're very talented <3
    -madeline
    http://madelinemariehall.com/

    ReplyDelete
  3. I think this blogger was inspired by your words: http://thisandthatbyaliah.blogspot.com/2015/07/dont-tell-anyone.html

    Emily // Lynde Avenue

    ReplyDelete