I HAVE to find a way to tell you how important you are to me but all that keeps coming out is shitty poetry and I can’t take it anymore
non-trivial: calling suicide cowardly is not only wrong but also harmful. life is probably harder than death. you can’t really measure, nor does it matter. but if you happen to believe that life is harder, and that you are being brave by living, and that others who don’t follow suit are cowardly then go cut…
You always said
alexhatterpoetry: “I love you” Like you were trying To convince yourself Of something
The Naked Poem
I can’t do poetry with my clothes on. There are words along my ribs that are invisible unless this skin is naked I got memories burned along the insides of my thighs that people need to know about from nights worth tattoos and long runs where the chafing isn’t so much a metaphor for life as life is a pale metaphor for the chafing sometimes poetry with your clothes on hurts! My feet...
boxwineconnoisseur: i am but a rose (a small one) wilting under love exploding with passion for nothing in particular the soundtrack of my life is wind chimes got them at walmart for half off during their post-holiday sale & i fall in love with strangers on the subway do i make eye contact? only for too long or not at all (bashful) omg guys the passion in this is like lighting me on...
Anonymous asked: That all depends
Anonymous asked: Do you have soul?
You're doing it wrong
when you use abstractions and un-needed defeatist language.
Pick-up Lines for Pathetic Poets: 20
I am the rain- evaporate me.
the rain shuts my ears and the follicles where my hair sings the air are broken by (keep quiet, and you can hear it shut you down) tremulous misbegotten wanderings if you peak two natural benches in the place where I live, you’ll find yourself on top of the bottom of a lake I told her that the sandstone cliffs kids like to climb on behind the city used to be a beach ...
Anonymous asked: Because I care.
skysaredoorwayshome: oh, she wears lace like she would a sunday dress, and I tangle it with my teeth, staining them scarlet, but with something I found in her neck. I can make her cheeks burn, and her chest move - sing like a lightning bolt, but I have ...
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we drown in the inadequacies of our own dreams
Anonymous asked: Are you happy?
Pick-up Lines for Pathetic Poets: 21
I’d tuck my shirt in for you if you promise to untuck it with your teeth later
Anonymous asked: are you a femme fatale
Anonymous asked: what is the seventh thing you think about every morning?
Anonymous asked: You don't understand. I'm Abraham Lincoln.
Anonymous asked: what if you finished that song about me what if
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Anonymous asked: who was jesus and what did he do for you and for me and for her
skysaredoorwayshome: She has piano notes carved in- to her hips, because you wrapped ...
Anonymous asked: opinions are opinions. different strokes for different folks
I ain’t looking for sleep. I’m looking for silence.– Alex Hatter (via eleven12eleven)
Anonymous asked: the clash ain't that great
the truth won’t set you free, oh no, some things are not meant to be
patheticadjectives asked: In response to the Boehner post... I made a point of tagging all my ptix cards "Boehner erects stiff opposition as he ejaculates on the status quo..." Yay for intellectual masturbation! #allthebadjokes
Read that bitch some poetry
bitches love poetry.
mallikaah asked: you write beautifully oh my god and I LOVE your poem 'identity crisis'.
Anonymous asked: but I can't go get smoothies on sunday's cause I'm a good mormon girl remember?
skysaredoorwayshome-deactivated asked: How did you possibly get so good at slam or were you just born perfect idgi
scottiehughes asked: Your new name is Petite Feet and that's all that's happening.
Anonymous asked: DUDE. BRO. WHERE IS MY SWEATSHIRT?! I kinda want it back...
I’m running out of excuses to stay in your car but I’m full of good reasons to keep looking at you it’s past the time for long goodbyes my dreams no longer get me far this wine is really kicking in, do you feel it too? (or is it just me) I’ve got rugburn on my back from spinning on the floor in an attempt to keep you occupied and on the inside of my door and...
Anonymous asked: What do you mean cute message? that wasn't me.
Things I have learned:
catbattles: 1. My hair will never look good in Scotland. Hats forever. 2. Edinburgh is a hipster town. Erin is pretty.
So Andy and I did this thing last night
where we had some people in my car and instead of jamming to music andy got my guitar out and played Say Anything and weird pop music and we all sang along with the windows down driving around and it was like something out of a movie and probably the best thing that’s happened in a long time. And here’s the thing about Andy- when he gets an idea into his head, he just does it. There...
there are inkstains in the back on the backs of my teeth from holding back there are broken words too beautiful to electrologic with microphones and video screens some things need to be whispered to crowded rooms so soft you have to die a bit to hear it
coffeeandthanatophobia asked: How bout you do a slam piece about how you have sex and then read us some bedtime stories? :)
i’ve got 8 post-it notes nailed to my wall and if I could I’d write your name in blood upon them all it’s not that I’m sad but i’m bleeding joy and I would like to write your name on the forehead of every boy who I ever was who was I ever before I found a piece of stardust in my backyard forever fuck plate tectonics we’ll grind this place to a halt and write...
coffeeandthanatophobia asked: ok. I really really really like your spoken word piece. Will you be doing more soon?
scottiehughes asked: Let's see that happy trail, Smith.
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