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pretty self-explanatory. i'll mail it to you and everything. please ask me which poem before sending any points as there are a few poems i wouldn't be comfortable sending out like that <3
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james.
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United States
poet. punk. moving back to the moon.

{8/17/15} {6/23/16}

taken. {7/15/16} the wonderful :iconaboxfullofjoy:

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as you can tell i'm in a fucking mood. 
1. leviathan//leathermouth
2. wicked sun//narco states
3. where are my fucking pills?//deathspells
4. damaged i//black flag
5. rotting//green day
6. medication//modest mouse
7. damaged ii//black flag
8. .tragician.//frnkiero andthe cellabration
9. maybe i'll catch fire//alkaline trio
10. paralytic states//against me!
11. full disclosure//fugazi
12. binge and purge//clutch
13. le sabre//hi ho silver, away!
14. clear the air//off with their heads
15. the obituaries//the menzingers
16. thank you for the venom//my chemical romance
17. dipping things in stuff//andrew jackson jihad
18. let's take a ride like we used to//pat the bunny
19. anthem//bring me the horizon
20. we are all compost in training//ramshackle glory
  • Listening to: message from kathlene//alkaline trio
  • Reading: money, sex, war, karma
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the light is spilling into the window next to my bed. i am folding laundry, listening to the bouncing souls. i flip the record. put laundry away. a soft click and the record is over. i spend a moment hovering over the records. clouds cover the sun as the first few notes release themselves, darkening the room, june of 44 spilling into my bones. content, or safe, maybe. intertwined from all this distance. home again home again from over 400 miles. like houseplants growing towards a sun they'll never reach, but they don't care because here they are and happy. a small succulent next to me, sunlight spilling over that and my copy of jack kerouac's dharma bums and his copy of jim morrison's the american night. my love and so much more. flip the record, my dear. lay by my side and soak in the sunlight. read me the poems between your freckles, i know they're there because i've seen them. kiss yet more poems into me, i need them. show me the constellations of your hips, in the curve of your shoulders, clavicles. intertwined and so much more. i miss you here. i miss you anywhere that feels like home.
i am a boy made of death,
that is to say,
i am made of so many who have gone before me.
i am the calm surface of the creek
when it hasn’t rained in weeks
i am the rapids after the storm
i am the storm
i am only the sum of my parts.
that is to say,
i am the sum of too many past lives.
watch closely.
this has to be someone else’s shakes
in my hands,
someone else’s walk the reason
brand new shoes never fit quite right.
“our lives are not our own.”
but they were theirs.
i was once someone else,
for example,
a young child wearing a too-big backpack
and oversized dreams.
we were young once.
we were old once too, and maybe
we will be again, in this life or another.
“from womb to tomb we are bound to others.”
i have learned to shop at thrift stores,
scribble my own black-sharpie ghosts
into someone else’s clothes,
just as i have fit myself into this body
and others. we must make do
with the body we have been given.
i stand before the river,
perhaps myself a life or two away
and yell.

i am alone in this world and it is a beautiful place
i am alone in this world and it is a beautiful place
i am alone in this world and it is a beautiful place
I AM ALONE IN THIS WORLD AND IT IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE

i am wrong.
i cannot be alone because i am the sum of my parts,
of everyone i have been and will be
everyone i dream up
perhaps we are all the sum of everyone,
sense of self deluded into existence,
that is to say, loneliness.
if so:
take my hand, stand with me at the river.
breathe in this world that we are nothing
but a part of.


i will never be more than a part of this world and that is a beautiful thing.
8/25/16
two phrases in quotes are from could atlas by david mitchell. as i am not david mitchell, i don't own those.
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this is it.
i can feel my soul leaving my body.
not like that...
                    ...i haven’t died in a long time.
we are standing in the kitchen,
sitting on couches, in a truck bed,
it doesn’t really matter.
it’s familiar because we are all, at some level,
family. or at least here together.
it doesn’t really matter.
they are on to their next life and
he is sitting next to me.
i am wearing brand new adidas,
bought that day, and they have only seen me
in black converse with home scribbled into them.
what a fucking cliche.

and i know i am only what i make of myself
but these veins have been opened one too many times.
those shoes are all worn out she says
and i put on brand new adidas
but everyone knows
there is no home
except the one you take with you
and there is no self
except the one you create
and i have built myself
from the ground up using only
the pieces i could find
and what few pebbles of wisdom i own

i built this self from scars
to the tick tick tick of every
poet’s timebomb heart.
photograph this moment.
you will see it go off.
expose me. i’ll thank you later.

cut me apart so i can see exactly which bridges i need to burn.
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:iconyouinventedme:
YouInventedMe Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
Thank you for the :+fav: on fire in glass!
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:iconsleepy-punkboy:
sleepy-punkboy Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
no problem!!
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SheDares Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch and favs :hug: :heart:
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:iconsleepy-punkboy:
sleepy-punkboy Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
No need :)
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:iconpoetrychild:
poetrychild Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you enjoying my poem.
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:iconsleepy-punkboy:
sleepy-punkboy Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Student General Artist
:) That's cause it's good!
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:iconpoetrychild:
poetrychild Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the compliment.
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poetrychild Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
for*
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Awasteof-paint Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016
thank you for the watch! :)
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:iconsleepy-punkboy:
sleepy-punkboy Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Student General Artist
No need!
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