smurrz

tell me how you are

still as skin, you kneel a pew ahead.

an arched back to form a bow

your heart shoots darts-

but mine are blanks.

i tilt my head, see feet of wealth

skin torched like burnt bark.

tell me where you’ve been,

i’d like to go.

empty church but you & i

i see you know-

pray for me.

(2 weeks ago)

things i’m excited for

to live in a place where there is a refrigerator that is shared by everyone with no consequences for eating something you really want because in a home everyone should share and everyone wants everyone to be happy

to live in a place where i can cook as often as i wish because the kitchen is a place where more than one person can fit at a time

to live in a place where post-its will never be placed because there is a mutual respect for the art of speech and instead of notes that ask to clean or not do something, verbal exchanges will be made

to live in a place where i can have sex wherever i wish and whenever i wish

to live in a place where the walls are not constantly falling on me (literally)

(1 month ago) 4 notes

two sides

“the woman who cannot discern when she is loved has never lived”

-james weldon johnson

loving someone is only half of it. actually feeling loved… that’s contentment and security and wholeness and everything that’s great about being with someone all wrapped up. sometimes i pretend to be asleep when my boyfriend leaves in the morning because i like to see if he’ll kiss me on the forehead. he always does and i wonder how anyone could choose to be stuck in a shitty, one-sided relationship. loving someone that doesn’t love you back is a sad waste of time, and it will suck you completely dry. 

(3 months ago) 2 notes

sleepingtigers:

I know you think every poem
I’ve written since I turned
18 is for you but they’re really

for someone I pretend is Edna
St. Vincent Millay and a girl
with a nose-ring I met on a train

John Findura

(via thepaisleypony)

(5 months ago) 176 notes

i am barely passing all of my classes and i couldn’t care less

we real cool. we

left school. we

lurk late. we

strike straight. we

sign sin. we

thin gin. we

jazz june. we

die soon.

-gwendolyn brooks

(5 months ago) 2 notes

astrophil and stella

today sir philip sidney would probably be considered a stalker but it’s cool cause sonnets are A BEAUTIFUL, UNAPPRECIATED ART now adays xoxox sonnets forever

if that be sin which in fix’d hearts doth breed a loathing of all loose unchastity, then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

a.k.a if love is a sin then WHATEVER I’LL SIN

philip you saucey old fox

(5 months ago) 1 note

lcd soundsystem

Sometimes you have band and it just feels like too much to start listening to them. They’re hailed by the critics and your friends love them and your best friend keeps telling you to get on that but for some reason (the same reason your bathroom never gets cleaned or that poem never gets finished) you just can’t do it.

BUT that moment when you finally realize that it’s not that much of a menial, troubling task, everything comes together and you feel like you just woke up from a six day nap. You listen to a song from their latest album, then one from their first, then you do a little more research and find out if you like the dancey stuff or the old live sets, and before you know it they’re on your party playlist and you’re telling your brother he has to get into them.

A new band in your life can make you feel like a new person. It can take your mind off a break up or a fuck up, it can keep you sane or make you feel like your heart is about to jump out of your chest.

(5 months ago) 1 note

the drums

we only write about two feelings: one is the first day of summer when you and all of your friends are standing on the edge of a cliff watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. the other is when you’re walking alone in the rain and realize you will be alone forever.

(5 months ago) 2 notes