February 2010
25 posts
i respect wale even more after this: →
(via exploringyouressence)
love this man
January 2010
33 posts
so, last night
me and the guys decided it was too cold to walk back from the hill
so, we ran
then my face became friends with the sidewalk and now i have a swollen cheek and a black eye
but, we ate nyp so it was okay
life crisis right now
show in east boston?
transit in tewksbury?
free carrier show in lowell?
ughhhhhhh what to dooooooooo
mguish:
The thought of waking up and going to class tomorrow really makes me sad.
last night
i don’t think i’ve ever felt so inspired and ready to write as i do right now
last night at the cantab was so incredible, it made me realize a lot about my writing and my habits
i owe a lot to the boston poetry slam, probably a lot more than i could ever explain to them
time to get serious, de.
Arlington Drive by Man Overboard
Can’t get...
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now that i am in madrid and can think
I think of you and the continents brilliant and arid and the slender heart you are sharing my share of with the American air as the lungs I have felt sonorously subside slowly greet each morning and your brown lashes flutter revealing two perfect dawns colored by New York see a vast bridge stetching to the humbled outskirts with only you Standing on the edge of the purple like an only tree ...
been reading givesmehope.com all night
A mentally disabled boy at my high school was nominated for homecoming king. Many of us suspected that it was a cruel joke to humiliate him. When the football team found out about his nomination, they rallied and campaigned for him. He won. Their kindness GMH.
i wish i went to the high school that did this
katiyeh:
i spent friday night on duty and got to run away to leominster this weekend it was great. aaron and i went to clinton for robotics a bunch and made cookies AND WENT TO WALMART IN PAJAMA PANTS just like legit Walmart people do
i never want to leave when i go see him ever never
this week is going to be hectic. celtics game tomorrow night with my cousin after i give a tour in the...
momma bought be Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair and Behind My Eyes by Li-Young Lee = happy girl
slingin’ pills till 830 then boston with molli
i wanted those dot tights from aa until i saw them on EVERY girl on lookbook
now, they just make me want to shoot someone
on that note, i’m going to cafe di with molli and chelsey for some average coffee and amazing classical guitar
going to the museum of science with my momma and rebe :)
hogwarts here i come!
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l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness -e.e. cummings perfection.
i want to go out to dinner tonight, does anyone want to join me?
XVII by Pablo Neruda
kimikarma:
One of my Favorites.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives...
I’m embarking on probably the biggest challenge of my life:
356 poems in 365 days
Follow my progress here:
http://mythreesixfive.tumblr.com/
(constructive criticism always welcomed and appreciated; negativity can turn around)
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
pineappleupsidedown:
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well,...
didn’t go to the movies because molli and i got half way down the highway and gave up
fail
now, i’m listening to city & color because it’s nice snowy weather music and i’m gonna finish my poem
when i think of him i think of the scent of rasberries. and the moon. i think of the tide and trees in the dark. jumping fence-post hurdles in the inky black of an almost winter night. i think of him driving in that comfortable silence as i watched cars go by on the expressway. and how he sensed my sadness and told me to smile. i think of him tying my shoelaces in knots and timing me as i tried,...
