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this is beautiful.

We were squirrels leaping from fence top to tree top to telephone line. We were tight rope loving gymnasts.

We were fawns crossing country roads and freeways with gentle breezes in our fur. Headlights looked like twin moons in our eyes.

We were blue-grey kittens lapping antifreeze in abandoned garages. Never knowing or caring of the danger. Drunk on the sweetness of it all.

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She makes me want to write poetry. The really stupid sappy kind that isn’t any good unless its about you.

You known the kind.

The overly specific, metaphor galore, dripping honey, blood on the tongue, count the freckles, nose kisses, incredibly detailed yet lacking description of your scent kind of poetry-

by the way, you smell like apples and detergent and I want to fuck your brains out everytime you walk into a room, so there’s that too- kind of poetry.

The super sappy, sticky, icky stuff where I say shit like: you make me feel like I’m the universe, baby, my love for you is going to keep growing and expanding every year I’m alive until just this side of forever and ever, so take your fucking vitamins I want you to stay with me as long as you can, please don’t let go of my hand, if I get to have just one more day, one more week, one more year with your smile I promise I’ll make it worth your while- kind of poetry.

The fearless no holds barred this is my heart this is what it wants: you, you, you, only you kind of poetry.

Forget sonnets, limmricks, gentle rhyming bullshit. Forget grammer and stick with rhythm. I want to write you a poem as sincerely messy and half as crazy as my love for you is. I want you to feel it when I speak it, to know it and that I mean it.

Actually fuck it. You make me want to stop writing poetry- every touch from you has more meter in it then any poem I ever could write for you and every poem is me just trying to plagerize the way your eyes look when you look at me-

So put down your drink I’ll put down my pen- kiss me kiss me I want you- to taste the words on my lips that never seem to translate to the paper You say, so this is what poetry tastes like Hmmm…too me, it tastes like you.

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Letter to your new lover


P O E T R Y Letter to her new lover: 1. When she says I love you, she tends to look at the ground, but it’s only because she smiles too hard and she thinks she looks ridiculous. 2. Saturday morning cartoons make her laugh too much and she may suddenly stop because she thinks she’s annoying, you should kiss the corners of her smile and remind her that you think the boogeyman is real so you’re both ridiculous. 3. Some mornings her hair is more wild than usual so she’ll try to sneak out of bed before you so you don’t see. If you catch her, pull her back into bed and kiss her forehead, remind her that you love her because even on her bad days she is good to you. 4. She may forget your favorite chips because she says she has to clean out her store monthly to make room for all the new things she learns about you everyday. 5. Your fashion sense is probably horrible but she’ll tell you you’re cute anyways while offering you another shirt. 6. She will probably burn your bacon because a she’s scared of the noise it makes as it fries. 7. She calls the butterflies in her stomach ladybugs, don’t correct her unless you are ready for a debate. 8. She hates hot sauce, but if you put it in her noodles she’ll say it’s amazing and ask what you put in it, lie to her and laugh at how scared she is of trying new things. 9. She is broken but she will break herself more if it would make you smile. 10. She still looks at the ground when she talks to me, take care of her. #spokenword #poem #slampoem #slampoetry

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[…] on a soft bed gently     you would satisfy your longing and how there was no holy shrine where we were absent, no grove no dance no sound

Sappho, from The Complete Poems of Sappho tr. Willis Barnstone (via lifeinpoetry)

love

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you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.

Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975. (via empiregrotesk)

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did you see them / did you see what they were doing / they were leading the most beautiful humans into their temples and killing them / how strange.

Maddie C., Observations  (via mythaelogy)

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あと残り30分ほどですが、きょうは毎月9日「えのすいクラゲの日」でした。安定の可愛さ、タコクラゲ♪

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@sterility told me I resembled Isabelle Adjani in The Tenant. so naturally I had to capture her look

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suki love kind of just lays where she pleases.

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Microsoft Dad

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In her series Cosmic Surgery, Alma Haser transforms her subjects’ faces into a complex geometry of eyes, noses, and mouths. While it might look like Photoshop magic, she handcrafts each portrait. It’s a painstaking process of making the photo, cutting out the face, folding it like origami, and then making a photo of the finished image.

Check out more photos and read about hater’s project.

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