Food for ThoughtWhat’s say that you and I enjoy a little time atFood for Thought
this tiny kitchen table? I cut up tomatoes,
and you ask me why I use a butter knife. I say,
What’s healthiness without a little cholesterol?
You smile. I like that smile, especially when we make
up something to eat. I ask you, What would you prefer to eat – grocery bags or packing peanuts? The bizarre
look you give me is just what this oddball day calls for.
Neither. Your response is so cliché. Liven it up! I dislike this monotony. We toss some veggies on the grill; you ask why I involve the
A pink silk bow clips back...A pink silk bow clips back her hair, and soft It swings across the sweep of her smooth neck. I am left a perfume that racks a cough From my throat. I am a miserable wreck. In ways, her sweetness makes me sick but I Care more for her smile than my health concerns, And though she never turns her soft brown eyes Toward me, the fever she causes burns. And each cool moment her gaze stays away, I find the lungs in my chest constrict more. She could be the one who keeps pain at bay, Or be a wound herself, an open sore. I guess with no care, symptoms are dreaded. But withouA pink silk bow clips back...
Maries' Death MasksI always prefer the women.Maries' Death Masks
The delicacy of death in their faces Reminds me of autumn –
Not yet forsaking the bright sweetness Of summer for the cool pallor Of winter.
Men always look so horrid.
The fear they’ve spent their lives Devouring into some semblance of Chivalry and pride stands stark On expressions locked in death – An honesty we abhor.
I have never touched a royal head.
Until now, of course –
She was a queen last week. Today, she is dethroned in many ways. I watched her hair be shor
The Moments That Define UsHis hand slips into mine. There is something beautiful about the way our finger thread together, and I wonder vaguely if we’ll need scissors to cut us apart. Then again, I’m thinking we’re not planning on letting go of each other any time soon.The Moments That Define Us
I turn to look at him, and his eyes are peering back at me, bright and full of courage, from under the edge of his big, black umbrella. I tighten my hold on the curved handle of my own, and offer him a smile; if he can look so hopeful and unafraid, I’m going to do my best to do the same.
It’s not even raining, bu
Of Hips and HissesI sleep like a child, though you hold me, still, ignoring the fetal aggravation of my bare back, the ridges of my spine.Of Hips and Hisses
Though you hold me still, I shudder like the thunderstorm— my bare back, you rigid against my spine. Trembling, trembling, electricity in my bones.
I shudder. Like the thunderstorm of hips and hisses, the mattress is trembling, trembling. Electricity in my bones sparks there by your wet touch.
Of hips and hisses, the mattress is! It is the grave of anger, that baptism of sighs sparked there by your wet touch s
--carpe noctem is Latin for---A grim being can take grim for being an art And bury it in a--carpe noctem is Latin for---
semi sweet hymn.
So if you'd rather not be somone's sunshine Be my moonlight, darling.
Can't i at least make you happy Bring a smile to your tired face And hope to those fading eyes?
Let not Lethargy Swallow you right up.
And smile for me,
and for you, most of all (...there we are...) You look prettier that way In the heinous neon hades Of the everyday nausea
If you're not someone's sunshine Why not be my moonlight?
ReverenceI fell by the moonlight and splashed for a bitReverence
In tumultuous shadows and labored to sit
In the crouching fluorescence that swims through the sky.
Hiding carved out tight ulcers and heaving black styes,
Here grow abscesses weeping, that sewage and broil
‘Til I languish in firmament, far from the soil
‘Til I’m sinking celestial, ‘til I shiver and smile
Misplacing the centuries, I’ll fade for a while.
These veins and dry rotting that I call my own
Will slip into specters until skin meets the bone. &n
I always seem to update this when . . .
Tired
xoxo
ToM!
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If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood?
Everybody has a reason for it except me
It's the little things in my pants we're all waiting for
I never really knew what that thing down there was used for
MSI
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With a wail, you let them know you're furious, you're back.
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"Life is more than waiting, fingers crossed, for a girl like that."
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In the place where long grass opens, the girl who waited to be loved and cry shame erupts into her separate parts, to make it easy for the chewing laughter to swallow her away.
-Beloved, Toni Morrison
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