August 2012
57 posts
Walk Like Thunder: Today I'm on Fire →
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I like writing poems that sound like you
when you fall asleep in my bed
at two in the morning.
I am tired.
The inside of my mouth tastes like you,
like your smoke
and your lips
and the brownies we half-baked
too exhausted to wait
for the oven to beep,
for things to heat up…
“Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation’s out of breath. We ain’t running no more.”
—Stokley Carmicheal (via thechanelmuse)
My desire to love someone else is gone.
Aug 24.12
12:09am
" I wake up everyday wishing I didn't..." -Unknown
