Hope you all had lovely holidays and all..
Life for me is pretty hectic lately, but I still get a little time to scribble something every now and then.
Just something little right now though.
before that though -
Jess - thanks so much for the feedback. I usuaully don't write political, or she I say more accurately, politicaly-oriented poems. But I can't explain it - the morning i woke up and heard what happened to Sharon, the whole country was shocked entirely... and it shook things up a little. Anyway, I'm glad you found it interesting.
BV - thanks so much for reading! I really appreciate it.
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Nostalgic insomnia
and if you let me down my friend just don't remember
things unforeseen, unknown to us. I cannot sustain
the endless treasuries of everything out of our reach.
night mingle with days, the earth is warm and welcoming.
decomposing quietly in the smell of the end of summer.
we know to mend you is to mend our own self, and we
cannot forget the fact that some things are more precious
than money, even when it's needed most.
craving other times is indeed a symptom of growing up.
something that wasn't particularly good, but is familiar enough
to be somewhat nostalgic makes you pain for it.
addictive is the sound of that time, the smell, the look, but most
the people surrounding you, the things you used to do, the tears that
well up in your eyes when you realize some things are not forever –
not even for a short while.
these are the thing you cannot avoid.
these are the things you cannot deny.
running around you like unbelievable fairies of memory
Letter to the next girl I
Burn my self sufficiency. the indignity of this unknown situation turns me on.
make me cry all my stomach's juices, throw up my tears of blood for you. Sugar coat me like in the movies.
take me to basketball games. feed me strawberries. know how much I love strawberries. Make me come.
breath me in. Love me and never look back. See right through me and never look away. fuck my brains out
and never look around. Be my all-time, all-youth, all-insane first love. fill me in on what I've been missing.
and don't forget to take me home.
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