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Politics? Yessir. Newspapers? Definitely.
Notebooks? OFCOURSE. Paint Paint Paint
Purple
Purp
Hands
Feet
Fingertips
Repetition
Circles are the key to
Cycles
Cycles are the lock to
progress
Pop legends filter through unfiltered speakers
Scream your heart out baby
I’m hear to catch the words

For everyone and their mom: I don’t smoke cigarettes!

One cigarette
Sleepless nights
Headphones in iMac
Politics of unnerved worlds under thin skin
Thoughts averted
Tears dodged
Numbness reaching down
Naked
Yawns slip through
Puff puff pass
Ghosts of past loves
Reassurance that love is and ever will be a waste of time
breaathee
Collar bones poke through
neon fruit markets
pages and pages of pasts turned over and resurrected
raspberries chilled
nutella soft on lips soft on tongues
you broke my heart
and tried to hide it from me
I can’t figure out why I can’t figure it out

I give up hope that you are ever going to write back
Three weeks
Four cries
Seven playlists later
And I need to stop waiting.
I give up hope that you are ever going to call
Constant charging
High volume
OCD checking
And I need to stop waiting.
I give up hope that I’ll ever forget you.
Dreams every other night
Thoughts almost every day
And I need to stop waiting.
Unrequited love is a waste of time.
Just walk it off.

Cherries (yessir)
Cherries and mangoes and strawberries
working out clears my mind
poetry comes in the form of non poetic sentences
how metaphorical have you been lately?
I’m sitting on my bed
In a clean room (ipod still temporarily misplaced)
holding a stick of incense in my mouth
relaxing
burning
reading
I am an emotional creature
Tired
Happy
Content
Evolution
Changing patterns form in front of eyes so silent
Silent eyes sitting raw from sights able to see what you want them to see
Change your movements to the beat of sound waves
Frequencies
“think about it revolution do not doubt it this is our evolution”
Swings
Sunsets
Water
Books
Pens
Collections
Vanilla body fantasies
“Think about it revolution do not doubt it this is our evolution”
Remember me when we are falling through this life
Each trip at a time

Current obsessions: The Misfits, water, bookstores, helping people, and distracting myself from you.

Amazon.com.

Airports are my thing, waiting rooms aren’t. Waiting for you isn’t. I’m on the prowl, baby. I need to stretch more. I’m becoming super in love with bookstores and the word super.

Lotion is god’s way to tell us our skin is silk.
I don’t believe in god.
How silly was that statement above?

I’m seriously really bad at unpacking.
I wash my face too many times a day.

Our bodies are echoing movements from past heartbeats
Blood rushes to fingertips touching feeling exploring
Heating up skin
Smooth as silk
Waiting for contact
Some kind of contact
I’m on
You’re on the first train home
To this kind of world
Temporarily watching
As your eyes scan my figure
The clocks seem to be breathing
The hours sighing
The minutes working its way through each second
As your eyes run up and down my body
And slowly
You begin
To walk
Towards me.

It’s time we start over.

It’s hard to get by just upon a smile:

I’m in LA. It is Friday night February 12th I believe. Almost the 13th. I saw the movie Valentine’s Day today. It made me sad but happy at the same time. I’m not sure how I felt about it but it sure was pleasing to see. Sort of.

Lately the only way I can express myself is through lists:
List:
Lately I’ve been using the word Lately way too often

List one: Subject unknown:

I dream about him almost every night
I listen to music that I’m almost certain I wouldn’t like two years prior to today.
Punctuation isn’t my key concern anytime now til maybe.. august.
My nails are painted a familiar color.
My eyes feel heavy
yet my body isn’t ready for sleep.
I miss you.
Do you understand how many times I’ve blinked in the past two minutes?
Me neither.
I’m reading a book.
I look at pictures of you all the time.
Stretching is beauty.
Poetry is still.
E.e.cummings is rumi is peace.
I’m going to go facebookchat then read more of my book now.

<3xo

I’ve been really into the Victoria Secret Brand and my nails are permanently cherried chocolate.
Really called ‘lincoln park after dark’.
Separation is sometimes for the best;
But sometimes hurts…
Current obsession: new music
lemoned spinach
special k cereal
water
trident layers
reading half books
looking over old poetry
not writing new poetry
being on my computer
aimlessly staring at the TV
sleeping too much
tanning
working out
living

The moon was paper that night
Thin and crisp
And so easy to fall away from the sky
He held her like he would never let go
Buried himself deep inside of her neck
Moved in a rhythm that shook through her thoughts
His lips were perfect
Reaching, pulling, letting go
As if it were their first kiss and their last wrapped up in one moment
His body vibrated against her flesh
She loved the smell of his skin
The brush of his fingertips
She rose and fall with the winters wind
Their breaths entangled
Their spines were magnetic
She was finally satisfied
She felt the warmth and protection she longed for almost all of her life
Slowing down
The moon started to tear
The sky began creating clouds
Creating tears
And he uttered four solemn words, “I’m leaving for good”