the alphabet pony

i feel as though
i will sink right through
this bed,
this floor will suck me
dry, pull me
down, the way you have.
i feel as though
i am going to be sick
so often that i
forget what it means
to feel good.
you were spoiled
milk, the dirt under
the fingernails of
the stranger i just met,
walls colored like
pepto bismol in
a waiting room or restaurant,
and i am a plastic plant,
green like a watermelon,
like grass.
i am not well with you.
i always felt like a piece of
white cloth wrapped around
a wound. you were the
red, spreading quickly,
darkly, heavily, but
that’s what i was there for.
did you hear that?
me neither, and sometimes i fear
that i will never hear you
but, did you feel that?
me neither but
i know i will never be the one
to feel you again.


Permaid can’t resist a sale


Permaid can’t resist a sale

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I would like to be a soft place for myself to land again


All I know is,
It’s nights like this
When all I crave is closeness
And all I feel is empty

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You will call me sweetheart
and I will still stumble over
good morning

I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up
before you consider yourself alive

I will shiver when you touch me
do not be offended;
you are the warmest person I know.
Meghan LynnHow the beginning will go
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Long face Lucinda

Long face Lucinda

Basim Magdy
13 Essential Rules for Understanding the World

Basim Magdy

13 Essential Rules for Understanding the World

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i want to be light like the air. speak
when you are spoken to.
i want to know where the pits growing in my stomach came from,
how much poison you have put in me after this long? i want to know why
i miss you most when the sky is clouded over.
tell me,
will i always hate hair
of that color? what came
first, my anxieties or
and what happens if i
never stop shaking, who will supply
the oxygen masks
when i’m not on the plane,
if i become empty enough who
will be able to
refill me?
why do you say
certain words like
why can i hear
how much you despise me
why do my thoughts
make me ill
why do you pretend
you treat me like a
flower that you nurture,
and grow, when it is clear
how small you intend to keep me?
you are but a vine,
that continues to wrap
around me too tightly.

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sunday feeling / august 2014


sunday feeling / august 2014

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