Nominated by: languishdark
Their words: This is a wonderful poem by one of the most prolifically talented tumblr poets out there. It seriously needs to be recognized even further for it is a great, masterful work to be read! :)
I am one year away from being a
It started in the spring when
the flowers were just blooming
and I crossed Lake Union
to learn how to make
death look pretty.
There is nothing quite like the
stench of a mother who overdosed
and was not found for weeks.
There once was a calender covered
in tally marks of all the nights
I cried on the drive home.
How do you go back and make
love after surviving someone else’s
worst day of their life?
Sometimes I think I will always
smell like formaldehyde even though
I walked away.
The truth about beauty in death
is the use of cotton balls beneath
eyelids and fake plumped up
The answer to any and every question
is that you are still alive and you are still
breathing and you should still take what
you are given.
Oh Jesus, this touched me.
I´m cutting up my own suits and
throwing them from the bedroom window.
I´m burning down my own throat
because I imagine my own lungs as
this language is one I can´t speak
a whole lot of people died today probably
(and i’m always using parentheses
on the thoughts
i should have led with) but it’s cool because
a whole lot of people were probably born too
and i guess that is obvious
to people who leave their rooms
and see things and see people
(and i should be doing all of that
too) but it’s cool because
i get to rediscover the world and myself
and the world in myself
every time i lose my mind
This is beautiful.
Anonymous: I think I have fallen in love with you
We should probably elope, and then have children and get a mortgage, after renting for a while until we get on our feet, to buy a nice house somewhere near a nice school for the children. Or something.