June 2012
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the land of oz- part 1
when i was thirteen, my sister brought home a pair of red heels.
i sat on her carpet floor and paid rapt attention as she told me in whispers about parties and the stash of E, emeralds under her mattress and how maybe when i grew up, i could be like her too. she painted her toes ruby red and all i thought about was those heels. whenever i asked if i could try them on, she always said no. my...
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wildflowerveins:
when i was like 10, i used to have lemonade sales all the time and once, this really skinny asian guy came up to my little stand, stole my cardboard sign, grabbed three cups and walked away backwards, keeping direct eye contact with me the entire time.
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summer doesn't come anymore
part two
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the story continues
and only the cheaters will understand::
1. my lies are always brutally honest. 2. keep your eyes wide shut. 3. you are made of star dust and so am i. - andie was 6 years old. he liked to keep his lips open open open and drop squirming worms and ants with tiny kicking legs down his throat. he liked his sister, iceskating on the lake during winter and...
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now-im-just-somebody-that started following you
oh my god best thing. I SANG IT. I WILL NOT DENY. I SANG IT.
Anonymous asked: "how are you going to handle sex with your children" "well...i don't plan on having sex with my children so uh.." omg can we just get married already.
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summer doesn't come anymore
part one.
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i will tell you a story but you must understand the rules. 1. history is written by it’s winners and i am not one of them 2. fantasy worlds only make sense when you want them too 3. the dead do not haunt, your memories do. - lousia died at 19. there were too many voices and too many bright colors and she wanted everything to be quiet, cold and numb. lousia lived in with her...
ask me questions and i'll answer them in a video...
i cannot guarantee that i will be any way attractive, cute, funny, witty, clever or coherent.
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Mistake
Ben Williamson was a mistake.
He found this out as a young boy, living in a dingy, red-brick-against-grey sky type of building in Bedford, Brooklyn. He was too young for school, too young to realize that his mother was a tired mess during the day, hands itching to get just one beer and a full-out drunk by night. He was too young for anything more than playing with his broken Superman action...
Anonymous asked: How old are you?
Anonymous asked: Hello there. Just dropping in to say you are important. You are significant and you are beautiful. Don't deny it and push it away. Accept the facts and spread the love. Have yourself a lovely day because you deserve it. And remember, somebody in the world cares if you wake up. Don't forget to smile, it's when you look best. :)
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summer days
the sky is grey with rain and i have learned many things at my cushy office job. a. paper cuts the cabinet has four doors and everyone has a file even me which is strange because i never knew i had insurance. there is oxycotin and xanax in the bathroom and i am tempted but i never take because my policy might go up. i spend hours filing names, in a repetitive, almost mechanical way. my eyes...
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The Unheard of Rowdy Reckless Poet-Slingers on...
howitzerliterarysociety:
The truth of a poet exists not in the level of notoriety, not in the level of fame or controversy, but rather in the truth of the verses. How much punch does this line give you? That’s the true, and only, criterion of poetry that matters.
Within the mass indexes of Tumblr dwells a multitude of adherents attempting a connection to groovy souls within the great...
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fires0ng:
i don’t even know what i am writing anymore i just keep typing and trying not to make sense of the words.
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they are broke. there is a box of expired samosas, a bottle of vinegar and two apples in their fridge. the tv stopped working two months ago and the lights flicker now. she refuses to go to a soup kitchen but at night, with his arm curled around her, he can hear the empty in her stomach. - she cleans and cleans and cleans - scrubs dishes, scours the shower grout and rubs out stains from the...
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The Unheard of Rowdy Reckless Poet-Slingers on...
howitzerliterarysociety:
The truth of a poet exists not in the level of notoriety, not in the level of fame or controversy, but rather in the truth of the verses. How much punch does this line give you? That’s the true, and only, criterion of poetry that matters.
Within the mass indexes of Tumblr dwells a multitude of adherents attempting a connection to groovy souls within the great...
Anonymous asked: i used to love reading your writing... now, i come back onto your blog, and it all feels so fake. for some reason, your words have lost meaning and that makes me sadder than almost anything.
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wow rejected twice in a row. ugh fuck lit mags.
woop woop took these people 9 months to reject me.
i could have carried a baby to term in the time it took for them to read 41 lines of poetry and simply say no.
i literally forgot i even sent them the piece. i opened the email like what are these people doing emailing me
ugh. being rejected sucks.
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Midnight in the Park of Chiascuro
All night, the rain falling in the park after you left, I thought about chiaroscuro. That’s probably because it wasn’t quite night and the shadows played on the benches like children, in leotards and feathered pink tutus, practicing their pirouettes and future eating disorders. It didn’t matter much then, what you had said, even though my eyes felt like corporate apartment complexes. Which means...
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pyro
burns leave the most beautiful scars, that’s why i let flames lick up my arms, so maybe i can be beautiful too.
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Anonymous asked: you pay money to go to your school? is it private?
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hay so you guys wanna do me a favor?
wildflowerveins:
message me what you think my best writing pieces were so far. i’m entering this contest and i need to send in “up to six pieces of my best work” but i’m not sure what they are. :] you can send prose or poetry and i’d really appreciate it.
i’ll write a poem for every person that sends me a message or something.
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hay so you guys wanna do me a favor?
message me what you think my best writing pieces were so far. i’m entering this contest and i need to send in “up to six pieces of my best work” but i’m not sure what they are. :] you can send prose or poetry and i’d really appreciate it.
i’ll write a poem for every person that sends me a message or something.
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Anonymous asked: i unfollowed you because everything you post you feel the need to fucking reblog like 10 minutes later and its annoying.
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and the followers drop like flies.
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the sea is a love affair.
him: i listened to a guitar that sounded like the sea making out with the shore and it was blue like the sky coloring the ocean with it’s suggestive “come-hither” accentuated blues and curves and clouds in places where they shouldn’t have been and the only question was who would cum first and it was always the sea and it always tasted like salt running across the sands of the shore.
her: i...
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one.
i. you’ll die a martyr, darling. she sucks in her cigarette and flicks grey ash onto the linoleum floor. “you’ll be okay right? you’ll come back?” he’s beautiful in a fitted uniform, combat boots and buzz cut hair. he bends and his lips taste like smothered anger and coffee grounds. “i’ll be back. close your eyes, sleep and i’ll be back in the morning” the door slams on his way out. ii. nobody...
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ties that bind
i wish you lived down the street, in the house with the apple tree out front and the swing set in the backyard, the one with the broken shutters and grassless lawn. no one lives there and i don’t think anyone ever will because i heard this story about this family that lost their son and moved away and still owns the house, but doesn’t live there. i’ve heard that the boy haunts the place and will...
Anonymous asked: can we have a pic of you?
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alice in neverland
we sleep in the bathtub or in my mom’s car.
she’s been gone for weeks and i don’t think she’s coming back this time. i take her good china and pour four loco in it until the cream porcelain is dyed fruit punch red and mango madness orange (you can lick the sides and still taste the wrecked disgusting taste of cheap alcohol).
we haven’t eaten much but sometimes at...
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you're addicted to danger, sweetie.
i see coral where you see blue and i taste rain when it’s been sunny for days. they tell me to stop popping pills like candy but how can i when it tastes so sweet? improvement isn’t much of an incentive when being better will get you nowhere, now is it, my darling? will you still let me kiss you if my breath tastes like whiskey? of course you will. you’re as much of a masochist as i am...
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alice and peter
it is humid and i feel heat seeping into pores and slowing time like molasses, the air as thick as tension. when it was like this in the daytime you’d say it was the perfect time for sleep ‘cause you liked to roam at night, couldn’t stay in bed longer than it took me to fall asleep now we wander, peeking under branches and escaping into hole in the wall bars that don’t...
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good bye
when i leave, my heart stutters and my feet are anchored to the ground by all the things that i will miss - the way the lamposts outside bleed light into my room at 2am, the little bodega on the corner of my block where teenagers loiter outside and smoke cigarettes, the concrete garden out back where birds peck at bread crumbs from the old lady in apartment 2C.
i don’t think i’ll...
send me prompts and collabs
this father’s day party is booooring, maybe cus i’m not a father.
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welfare babies
section A of the Medicare handbook, loud ‘listen, listen’ voices, cracked with age, withered with a strange hybrid of hope and disappointment. They have their faux designer bags bought at Chinatown for twenty bucks by their sides and dark beige Timberland boots tap-tapping on the floors. HIV meds hide in pharmacy bags and the noise from the construction work and train station almost conceal- “the...
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deja vu.
I think I hit my head last week and forgot everything I knew so my momma’s teaching me abc and one two three and I don’t remember your name. I sit in diners now, with faded wall paper and posters of Elvis waiting for someone (you?) to return, first times. The waitresses know my name and the cook knows my order, scrambled eggs with maple sryup drizzled over the top at two in the...
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muse
i haven’t washed my face in three days and there was a man on the train this morning who threw a dollar at me. i threw back a crumpled twenty and told him to fuck himself. i had a dream last night that all my enamel was gone and i ate ice cream and it stung my teeth and my gums so bad. then i threw up and coldness rushed up my throat and a half digested hamburger - sorry, am i grossing you out?...
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when i was like 10, i used to have lemonade sales all the time and once, this really skinny asian guy came up to my little stand, stole my cardboard sign, grabbed three cups and walked away backwards, keeping direct eye contact with me the entire time.
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Anonymous asked: how do you even write so much.
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woman.
when she was a young girl, her mother washed her raven hair in the porcelain tub and she held back sobs every time the brush caught in snarls. when it was over, her mother would put down the brush, covered in tangles and clumps that laced together like spiderwebs. she would kiss her daughter’s head and run her hand through the smooth strands and exhale in remorse because that was just...
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you're addicted to danger, sweetie.
i see coral where you see blue and i taste rain when it’s been sunny for days. they tell me to stop popping pills like candy but how can i when it tastes so sweet? improvement isn’t much of an incentive when being better will get you nowhere, now is it, my darling? will you still let me kiss you if my breath tastes like whiskey? of course you will. you’re as much of a masochist as i am...
Anonymous asked: so you've become really popular on tumblr lately and i was wondering do you do promos? you did one for three-too-won. lol this will probably be buried under the flood of messages you get everyday,
Anonymous asked: who are your favorite writing blogs?
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welfare babies
section A of the Medicare handbook, loud ‘listen, listen’ voices, cracked with age, withered with a strange hybrid of hope and disappointment. They have their faux designer bags bought at Chinatown for twenty bucks by their sides and dark beige Timberland boots tap-tapping on the floors. HIV meds hide in pharmacy bags and the noise from the construction work and train station almost...
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wishing on death
absentmindedly, he stroked her cheek but her eyes were swimming in the stars, novas imploding in her retinas. glitter, dust and rain drizzling down into her lungs, burning into ash that sparked and sizzled with her stomach acid. this wasn’t the first time that this had happened, getting lost in the sky was a past time of hers. he learned to hold her hand when she started to melt, and she...
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fatality is a must
when i was a baby, my momma used to put a drop of gasoline in my bottle to drink before bed time. she swore on her father’s grave it would make me stronger. (he used to blow smoke rings into her face when she was an infant and look how strong she is now) she bought it back when gas was a buck a gallon and once she filled the tub to the tippy top with it and dandelion essence. we lathered...
