February 2012
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and just like that you're gone
I will eventually forget about you. Not because I want to, but because you’ve pushed me there. You’ll become fragments of pathetic memories I’ll try an hold onto. You’ll be another face in this world. I may pass you on the street occasionally, but then again who knows? The letters of your name will take their place back in the alphabet. Your voice will die, along with the...
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply,...”
– Pablo Neruda
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New York City
on the subway today, i was void of all feeling, too busy, wanting to smoke and drink, and need you… wanting to collapse in between your thighs, taste your sex, be apart of your skin, if only for a moment, taste your tongue, lick your soul, be the chill on your spine, the goosebumps on your arms, the hair on the back of your neck, today, while on the subway headed to nowhere, i wanted to...
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To feel you inside me, inside you I feel me
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“When I see the sea once more
will the sea have seen or not seen me ?
Why...”
– Pablo Neruda
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Pancakes and Omelets
today at breakfast he asks:
“Do you think God sends you signs when you’re going to die? I mean to let you know when you’re going to die?”
I felt a shift in my stomach…
“Where did that question come from?”
Shrugging his shoulders he answers, “I don’t know. I was just thinking. I wonder if Whitney Houston knew she was going to die.”
...
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I Still Love The Moon
morning spoke to me, its voice soft and sweet it moved my fragile bones, the sun hugged me, and welcomed me to today, but, i still love the moon and her children the stars, though morning comes gentle the night holds my soul, the stars hold my hands, then moon, that i still love holds my heart, i still love the moon…
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do you love me mary jane?
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fuckmewithwordss:
memories of you are engraved in my skin, every taste and smell, I wear it well, from every pixel, the shape of your lips pressed into side of this neck, to the outline of your hand print on this ass, nostalgic for nights like the one we barely took a breath through, I’m craving you, though, I do, wear you well
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50-50 -Langston Hughes
I’m all alone in this world, she said, Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said, Trouble with you is You ain’t got no head! If you had a head and used your mind You could have me with you All the time. She answered, Babe, what must I do? He...
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“But I love your feet
Only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the...”
– Your Feet -Pablo Neruda
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What On Earth
Love carried me here on her delicate wings, we shared only tears
What miserable a journey I counted, the stars I fell in lust with
the moon, truth was found here I conquered the
frigid texture of your soul, all the while fighting
demons of my own, and yet I can not wrap
my mind around you, I’ve drained myself of all
options, bled my veins of all pain, picked at every scar I could...
“Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice! I do not praise your halting...”
– Ode to Salvador Dali -Federico Garcia Lorca
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“For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the...”
– A Valentine -Edgar Allan Poe
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Out to Sea
How did we fall a victim to the life? Was it the shadows that stalked the |misery plastered on our walls? Tell me, was my absence so rich with disgust that it caused you to plunge into your demise? We were so consumed in our love that when the simple part of life washed us out to sea, we drowned.
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Suicide
night by night the darkness hugged you, as if to welcome you to your demise
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“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of...”
– Pablo Neruda
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… or do you not think so far ahead
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City of Love
Friction from words spoke from an outsiders lips, pierce our foundation and shake us like an earthquake, causing our perfectly structured sky scrapers of trust to fall leaving love hanging on by a thread, no one to rescue our hearts from the hell down below, hands out to rape the beauty of our souls fragile lovers overwhelmed by pain of the past and driving along the avenues of infatuation and...
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Untitled
I waste no time
recreating our love from
the salty tears I’ve cried
for you, the hue of
your eyes, the taste of your
skin, I crave, the smell of you
I hunger, I am mess without you, just
words swimming around in a troubled
mind…just words….just words…
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Te Recuerdo Aqui
dust of dead
roses stain the palm
of my cold hands,
te recuerdo aqui,
I miss you here,
te necesito aqui, the
blood of us,
boils a fire into a
honey thick cool that
flows through my veins,
I ask myself, when will I
come off this high…
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I tried to,
write for you,
but my mind
was dry of ink,
and my pen
was empty of all
thoughts,
and the paper,
I would share you
with, is still waiting,
white as snow,
lines as blue as the sky,
but here I sit,
mind still dry
pen still empty…
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music, tends to puts its arms around me, cuddle me into clef notes, kisses me my lips in rhythm, makes my heart skip beats, and it takes two steps usually to get me out of the slumber i fall into, and there are nights, when i lay trembling with a fear, and resentment i’ve built for myself and music rests its head delicately on this chest and falls asleep next to me, and we rock the...
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Rescue You
when it falls away, can you curl your finger around it all, paddle through the waves of an empty mind, is there such? being in love by accident, a tragedy on purpose, spineless, fragments of dying words, if you find yourself still, thinking of the taste, and licking memories from the palm of your pale hand, call me, send a kiss in the wind’s breeze, I’m sure to feel it, ...
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“my soul
is an empty
carousel at
sunset”
– Pablo Neruda
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“it’s almost as if the world is waiting for you to jump, and the only thing...”
– “City of Night” -John Rechy
Untitled
You are the stench that rises from the corpse of the woman that wondered through the night, what an unearthly scent coats such a beautiful woman I wonder if when you gaze upon your reflection, do you see the dead woman, or the calloused face woman that the world had its way with
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“in the unlikely event of a water landing
you can use your seat cushion as a...”
– Water -Sherman Alexie
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Calm
nights like this, i can clearly hear the wind making love to the leaves, i can hear them moaning, loudly, a whistle here, a yell there, a cold chill hugging my bones, i shall hide beneath the moon’s mass, delicate, we love, just as the wind loves the tree’s leaves
your lips are
my lips playground
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I want to sleep in your skin.
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Solitude
this evening i realized that i am alone…and I hate it.
Naps are always good, refreshing, and needed. but there I was, on my side, not in a bed, but a three mattresses i had somehow placed on the floor by myself. My bedroom smelled of incense and some type of body spray… I can’t remember for the life of where I got that shit from. It relaxed me. The music playing in the...
Love is an Art form, 2
theghostwhowrites:
Poetry is the sound that lovers make, I do things that lovers do, sing songs inspired by you, dedicated to you. You’re the purpose for music, my heart beat is the beat for you, for you to dance to. My pulse, couldn’t stop dancing when I saw you. I saw you and I was in awe of you. You’re mountain high and I promise to climb you, climb inside your bones and, become one with your...
Big girls don't cry, unless they're sad
rockwriteon:
I used to rummage and scour, dig crater like holes all in high hopes. kicked up moon dust brighter than the sun, red paint on my hands like a surgeon smearing parts, my legs ajar. Fingers crossed, intently decided on understanding you. I used to want to crawl up beside you, burrow myself a permanent, pressed securely inside you. and for a woman who sees so little, i was becoming...
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she just walked by me like nothing ever happened when she said she would rescue me if i was ever fallen, baby there’s no way that you could have forgotten, all the memories i thought we’d share we were supposed to grow old
-Justin Nozuka
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black
black dress
black bra
black stockings
black shoes
black hair
black people
Dominican people…..
dinner time
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Ashes to Ashes
Your flesh is burning now in an inferno bath. Your soul off wondering the world. Maybe wondering heaven or maybe wondering hell. And they will spread you in the ocean. Somewhere close to home. You’ll be one with the earth. Dust blowing with the wind, wet by the rain…
“Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return” (Genesis 3:19),
“you ask me who i’m strokin’ now
i say that the pool is closed”
– Wale
The Mermaid
fuckmewithwordss:
I’ve spent an eternity swimming in ocean of your tears I’m beginning to inundate in the misery that you have been carrying for a life time, my lungs are being poisoned with your years of resentment look at the tidal waves crashing upon the shore of us a complicated maze and your heart is an even more complex design trying to get through doors with locks, too many keys none of...
Kiss Of Death
fuckmewithwordss:
Today I had a brief conversation with suicide. We met on the moon, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Her voice was soft, sexy, and sweet. I cried to she, and she cried to me. Her warmth, my cool. She sang sweet melodies, I crawled in between clef notes, and laid there miserably. She rubbed her fingers across my back, and she kissed the palm of my hands to my...
filiopietistic: pertaining to reverence of forebears or tradiiton, especially if carried to excess
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hi, I am society...
I am too short, I am too tall, I am too fat, I am too thin, my hair is too long, my hair is too short, I am too light skinned, I am too dark skinned, I am beautiful, I am conceited, I am ugly, I am insecure, I am happy, I am full of shit, I am suicidal, I am an attention whore, I am a confidence booster, I am a low self of esteem shooter, I am knowledgeable, I am aware, I am cocky, I am full of...
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Wait for/with me
1888ad:
Have you ever watched a cigarette smoked by the wind?
Silent streams of glowing embers brushing through the breeze,
Whilst you sit quietly on a bench waiting for the bus that arrived
Over twenty minutes ago.
Creeping back towards your solitude blocking out the sounds,
Of the crying baby that awoke when you stepped on that unforgiving branch.
A crack wallows through the air and the...
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the departed
I stare at white ceilings, just as white as hospital walls in your room. What do I do now? A heavy set woman wearing sky blue scrubs, tells us: “I’m sorry about your father.” We depart from a cold hallway and back out into the world we go. Falling out of the doors, one by one. A distant relative puts their arm around me, apologizing, asking me if I need anything. Another woman is...
Vacancies
secretedsins:
To those who are now gone— who’ve chosen to resign their home within these viral halls, or hide ‘hind newly erected walls; who’ve found new directions, or lit new lamps, new lives, new loves; you, who’ve chosen to move on— I hope that it might dawn on you, from time to time, how deeply you are missed by those whose thirsting minds your wondrous words once kissed.
“The earth laughs in flowers.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via salveo)