Anonymous asked: what's on there currently? i like dear andy and the joe strummer one and literature and the naked poem and antique table... i dunno do all of em
We Are Broken Porcelain
We slept on floors and empty blankets; the cold windowed its way between our fingers and under the door. Your sepulchral junction of shoulder to neck. Was the rest of it a lie, then? The sigh of your knife-fingers down my sides, did you expect me to bleed for you? These lungs do not puncture so easy, I told you already- my losing drum of consciousness and your tomahawk regret have decided where...
I need one more poem to go on “Ballads” if you have something you like let me know and I’ll put it on there
redford did it better sorry for partying
catbattles: Currently heading up to a mysterious unnamed ranch in northern Idaho for a secret invite-only music festival where Eric’s post-rock band will play tonight. They call it Ranchfest. There will be free beer and we are camping overnight. I don’t think I’ve ever done something so hip. This is going to be fucking great. Erin stop being cooler than me goddammit
victoria-kaitlyn asked: People dream about you a lot.
Anonymous asked: I don't know you in real life, but we live in the same city and I follow you on tumblr. The other night, I had a dream that you fucked me good. It made me wish I knew you in real life.
Father’s fist flashes at Mother over a crashed lamp and the shaking dog that wrecked it. The Boy is on the counter crying and the kitchen tile bounces his tears back up to his hands like the pieces of light-bulb just beneath his feet. In the back yard the Willow is bent over with a shrieking, many-fingered voice: The Wind always blows. Sister asks “why are you holding a knife” to Brother...
Hey Moonface: This dust is clogging my blood and I don’t write poems for other people but give me some of that lighter gravity and let’s fucking dance, man.
writing poems that aren’t about girls and I am very confused
victoria-kaitlyn: It’s not acceptance if there are exceptions. It’s not acceptance if there are exceptions. It’s not acceptance if there are exceptions. this is very pertinent to a lot of what I see on the internet from people who think reading blogs makes them educated
Anonymous asked: You weren't with me I was just thirsty for u. Please stay out of my dreams tho you're making me self conscious
Anonymous asked: So I accidentally had a dream about you last night and you were super intimidating and you left me for a hotter girl.
somebody told me I’m very soft grunge today and I had to look it up online. I am not very soft grunge. Soft grunge people definitely don’t run.
Breakfast In Bed
I am sorry about the spring and the summer and the way they can steal you down and I promise in a few months I will pick you up off of the ground and tell you the questions that I have, tell you the answers that I haven’t got I’ll sing you the songs I didn’t write and tell you I’m everything that I’m not Let’s find an excuse to disrobe each other and act like...
teaforcups asked: since when has treating people equally been a bad thing???
Had a dream that Lana Del Rey came to my house and we flirted for five minutes probably the best five minutes of my life real or not
Anonymous asked: i used to care about you a lot, then found out you talk to all girls on here the same way. cool.
Anonymous asked: hi I'm on the skype I'm around for a few hours and stuff
Anonymous asked: you have some of the same mannerisms as brian sella.
Anonymous asked: Do you even know where the Red Line is? Come on.
hoyesunexito: I talked to a girl on my way home from work. She was wearing red pants. I was wearing a red shirt. We were riding the Red Line. I should marry Taylor Swift. andy is perfect
comakid: i filled a cardboard box with all of my fuck ups and duct taped it shut and wrote “im sorry” on the side and i carried it to the ocean and i set it down at the edge of the sand and i instagrammed a picture of it and i used the “nashville” filter and then i walked back home.
The Introduction to My Theory Final
Water and Drums and The Spaces They Inhabit (And Shit) Poetry is cool. Why? Well, seeing as it’s what most literary theory got its start from, I feel that I’m licensed to make that claim. Also I write poetry and thus participate in said coolness, so you should really take my word on how cool it is. I mean, look at me; I’m totally...
bloner: things that should be allowed to be used in essays: i shit you not you feel me no but get this i’m just sayin let me explain you a thing and yeah it’s funny because I’ve used all of these and still gotten A’s or B’s
LITERALLY if you buy me beer I will do your homework or write poems or whatever for you I do so frequently at my school already so let’s have it where’s my PBR and Session Lagers kids
Usually when people use “bc” they could put a semi-colon there and the “because” denoted by “bc” would be assumed. Then again internet talk is entertaining so I suppose I’m torn.
what if I became an anit-theorist; I hate all popular theory right now it’s murdering me go die
unhealthily sexually attracted to Andrew Scott
obit: A girl stayed over and she pretty much cleaned the house and even cleaned the bathroom; I am scared of commitment / please don’t touch my stuff. but really man you’re my spirit animal
after every week I spend with a touring slam poet or after every practice I go to I feel like I’m supposed to write poems and listen to poetry but all I ever do is listen to more punk music and do pushups I think I’m doing it wrong
Father: I’ve got dust in my blood, you know. The truth about my parentage is that I am the son of the howling night, the pavement, the lines in the road, I belong on rooftops and in between dreams, and I like it here. The slip of space between the lips of somebody talking in their sleep, the crayon sky as the sun falls behind our home’s deadpan spin, I am not a creature of hearth,...
I hear voices when the sun goes down.
Ok making an album/whatever of 6 songs and 4 poems if you have anything specific you’d like me to put on it let me know- it’ll be like 8 bucks or something
if I made a cd of songs and poems would you buy it
A Place To Miss
The horses in our pasture meant that I would know how to use a shovel better than most and manure would end up smelling like home. The willow tree my sister planted in the back yard, my father’s record player, my mother’s garden hands, assured me that what means home are the small pieces of somebody else who decides to make you their life. I have floated out the door to misty canal...