May 2013
Summer Queens
goldenmoonphases:
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around....
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Hey! My roommates and I are looking for our last roommate. We will be living in The Sweeps apartments, 2bds/1bth in Goleta for $612 a month. Contact me if you are interested. Only serious inquires.
1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a...
– (via lullabysounds)
29.
shesanargonaut:
To my love, the riverbed:
When the rains come, flood me with all that you are.
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Those Things
He told me that he
couldn’t kiss things that
were burning. Said that
he didn’t know how to
love anyone whose light
shined brighter then his,
but didn’t hesitate, when
Day climbed into her bed for
the evening, to press
his fingers in my hips and
lift me, so that the sky could
consume my every part.
He said I was something like
a star. That I was the type
people...
Summer Queens
goldenmoonphases:
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around....
Summer Queens
goldenmoonphases:
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around....
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Summer Queens
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
...
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A Poem About Rape
goldenmoonphases:
Stop asking me,
I don’t know
how to kiss God
with a closed mouth.
& I can’t stop the
boy with coffee eyes
from lifting my skirt.
I don’t really
know how too.
Please stop asking.
No, really I’m fine
I can walk home
just the same.
The wind doesn’t
scare me anymore.
Please, I’m fine.
L.M
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A Poem About Rape
Stop asking me,
I don’t know
how to kiss God
with a closed mouth.
& I can’t stop the
boy with coffee eyes
from lifting my skirt.
I don’t really
know how too.
Please stop asking.
No, really I’m fine
I can walk home
just the same.
The wind doesn’t
scare me anymore.
Please, I’m fine.
L.M