i watched the excuses fall out your mouth,
like a magician's trick handkerchief and
land in a pile at your feet.
actions that should have been so simple and easy to avoid,
moment after moment that should have had a consideration
and you jumped in full force and never looked back.
i brushed off signs like a swarm of noisy mosquitos,
thinking my gut feeling was unfounded,
that everything was fine,
it was just one of those days.
i went to sleep hungry, too ill inside to eat.
it took less than a six pack for you to come clean and
yet i'm the one who walked away feeling dirty.
each stumbled over sentence increased my anger,
as i wa
i left the house at 10 til 10 tuesday night
directions on a half note card scribbled in pen
knowing exactly what would happen.
i drive in silence
to see him,
wearing matt's sweater,
the necklace james bought me.
i felt giddy anticipation like i did
with caleb in seventh grade.
i insist to myself this rendezvous
wont be the same as manny.
hoping that i would find more
that i did from paul.
my phone rings and its him,
calling me a name similar
to the name jesus called me.
driving past garrett's house,
trying to forget how badly that ended,
wondering if something happens,
if he'll pull my hair like joel did.
kiss-biting my
plaid blue couch
watching bootleg movies
touching
hiding fingers in cushion cracks
your hand in mine, finally.
lights off
movie still playing
only illumination.
kisses like madness.
fingers in my hair.
hands in my shirt.
bra on the floor.
nails scratching
little marks of pleasure
hands down your pants.
shirt and shorts on the floor.
sage chenille blanket
hides evidence.
first times
knowing only first names.
bruises on my neck
wall rubbed marks on knees
throbbing that visits
when i cross my legs.
it makes me smile.
those kisses make me weak...
like the time
I took those muscle relaxers in second period
and when I feel you touch me...
I melt...
like crayons
in a back seat
on
a hot
day
kill bill movie night by polkadotchaos, literature
Literature
kill bill movie night
Kill Bill Movie Night
We watch, hidden under tattered quilts
on the moldy smelling corner couch
stories Quentin Tarantino built.
During scenes of glorified yakuza bouts,
I felt your arm find a resting spot behind me,
and thought, whatever he's got planned, I'll find out.
My foot falls asleep under me.
Trying to get it awake,
perfect time, I miss the death of O-Ren Rishii.
And that's when I feel you fake
a yawn, wrap your arm around me, pulling closer.
I have my chance, and wonder, should I take
it, or wait for you to make the most
of my night. Kiss me, you fool. Just something more
to feel… the movie's over, turn the sound down
In an instant, I feel the dark weight sitting on my chest
Preventing me form catching a full breath.
My lightless room disguises
A shadow figure here with intentions.
I can't catch a full breath.
Gasping like a flopped fish out it's bowl,
That shadow is here, hurting.
Screaming is useless, kicking does nothing.
Gasping for one more taste of air.
My arms, pinned above my head, knuckles scraping headboard
Kicking does nothing, screams of empty sound
This phantom of shadows laughs at my struggle
Scraped knuckles against a head board,
He whispers, "nex mos non exsisto velox"
A faceless phantom laughing at my frenzied struggle.
Hot
three weeks ago today, we were laughing about old times
discussing passports and talking about your wedding.
you were so excited that you had a month left
before you could come home.
there were plans for a coming home party,
air hockey games and fun.
two weeks ago today i found out news that made my heart fall.
i sank to my knees and cried.
walking to class in a daze, only to stare off into space.
i cried because it was so unfair.
i shook because my worst fear had come true.
i laid around and all i could think of was you.
a week ago today i watched your body lowered into the ground.
ive prayed so hard this week,
although im not
close your eyes sweetheart.
and go off to dreamland
dont worry about a thing,
all is well.
go off to dream about living forever
and neverending smiles.
think of funny stories
laugh until you're silly.
theres no such thing as pain
or any kind of sadness.
all your friends love you.
and theres nothing thats going to change that.
play all day in the sunshine
build sandcastles on the shore
sleep under the countless stars
count as many as you can
close your eyes sweetheart.
and go off to dreamland
while we close your coffin
for one final time.
you leaving in smiles
and us in tears.
In here, art is religion.
Bow down before the holy paintbrush.
All images are art.
The better it is, the more holy.
How holy are you?
Focus the lens
Shade the lines
Maybe a bit of yellow will
Make this green just right.
Religion is art.
Art is simple.
Simple is needed
To Keep you sane.
Absolutely
Best
Character
Dugan
Ever
Fabled,
Geraldi
Hendrix,
In
Jesta
Knows
Lots;
Made
November
One
Pricey
Quandry.
Really
Some
Truths
Understand
Vanity,
While
Xenophiles
Yell
Zealously.
Whistle a tune
Down a country road.
Moo back to the cows and
Chase the rabbits.
Bare feet on an old worn out path
Cool dirt, hot sun, fresh fish splashing in a bucket.
Cane pole draped over my shoulder.
Humming a song
Through the garden,
Stealing another wild pear.
Better not let grandma catch you.
She needs them for jelly.
Grabbing at stray weeds,
Watching for snakes in cool leafy shade.
The sticker burrs don't even hurt my feet,
More of a surprise than pain nowadays.
As the sun sinks behind the trees and paints the sky
Orange, purple, pink, yellow,
The crickets begin their night-songs.
Laying under this cloudless sky,
A
this is the land of magical stars
where all dreams do come true
dont worry about having to hide your scars
just lay in a field filled of flowers blue.
where all dreams do come true
you'll never have to be sad again,
just lay in a field of flowers blue
everything simple, just like when we were ten.
you'll never have to be sad again,
run barefoot through the grass
everything simple, just like when we were ten.
all of our friends together at last.
run barefoot through the grass
never looking behind, always ahead
all of our friends together at last.
honey, get rid of those feelings of dread.
never looking behind, always ahead
don
fourth of july for me at 6 by polkadotchaos, literature
Literature
fourth of july for me at 6
it smells like firecrackers and beer.
theres kids and cousins with dirty
candy necklaces around their necks
and lollipop rings around their lips.
holding onto sparklers and writing
their names in smoke and fire.
its close to midnight and everyone's awake.
the grownups outside on the porch playing pitch,
grandpa and his brothers
telling stories in german
Eine zwei drei.
i count my barbie dolls
and build dirt chairs for them to sit on.
time for bed.
mom made me take a bath.
and throw away my candy necklace.
even though i think it was still good.
here i am,
ready for sleep in my new kids on the block pjs.
i have no idea who
those kisses make me weak...
like the time
I took those muscle relaxers in second period
and when I feel you touch me...
I melt...
like crayons
in a back seat
on
a hot
day
Current Residence: texas land Favourite genre of music: rock Favourite style of art: photography Shell of choice: seashells Wallpaper of choice: don't taunt pepito Personal Quote: if you want to hear a love song, then show me love
Favourite Visual Artist
too many to name
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
incubus
Favourite Writers
e.e. cummings
Favourite Games
twister
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wii
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