theromanticallyrepressed

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the lights crashing 

flashing 

booming noise and sound 

stagnant screaming on and on.

silent glances

Sweet hello and how’re you’s 

corner passings

embraces, reactions 

your Soft eyes Are fixed looking in Mine

while I can barely breathe looking into you

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big dog

folded, seated on the chair.

huffing loudly, the air she held close.

snow peas, swimming in soup on the stove.

this is kentucky living i say

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drafts///

What is it to love, 

What is it that attracts us as people to the feeling of being lost in one’s thoughts? Arms? To surmount this feeling in everyone’s search for the lessening of lonesomeness. The feelings of belonging, group settings, or another. Oh to love, to believe in an utter rapturous kind of love, to be void of daily do’s. To strip the clothes of utter responsibility, all that consumes is the feeling of pleasure. The orgasmic desire that has my breath thick at a moment's notice. If I was able to be covered In a wave I would, swooped over in the endless cycle of desire. 

Why am I so captivated by the thought of that? The pit that grows in the stomach. If my body was weighed down by a stone, I'd drown by the very beast that swallowed me whole. Dragged by the tongue that traces down my body. I sit and breathe in, and out feelings of ecstasy. My soul is captivated by the intrinsic wirings within me. 

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Solemn mind

tracked down as her trail dwindles in the snow

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love; trial, and error of the many, few? most. I'm kicking and staring deep into snow-covered trees, waving with the slow gusts of wind. a slow waltz back and forth. a deep roll. a stream breaking from my eye, being met with brisk heat on my cheeks. somewhere in this cold-ridden hell, I am being called to yearn. for a moment I romanticize the array of clean white. untouched by dark particles. call this my escape from the otherworldly beauty of my natural beating heart. a fortitude of some hidden adversity, the things of dreams. wet dreams. soft rushes of blood to my head. body rocking with the flow of creaking. jerking my head back, sweat falling down my legs. this sweet satisfies the deepest of hunger, partake or be eaten by its hoard of indulgents.

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remnant girlhood, the test of true comfort and trust.

ripping of shirts overhead

‘don’t mind me’

the dashing glance, averting eyes,

she’s glowing, skin sweet, soft, perfection.

soft lilies decorate, as they lay in reflective ponds.

tussles of hair floating down feminine hills

her shoulders drape, as the cloth folds to her body.

women.

bodies whole and without errors.

a painters last stroke of genius,

a potters perfectly molded clay laying softly.

sun shining, delighted in her honest form. chest boldened, puffed with air.

she is safe under my eyes.

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rather mismatched

and although permissible

we wonder about our place in this world,

a slice of swiss cheese, not a single ordinary fraction available. spying with my eyeglass into some ‘distant future’. maybe not.

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Punished.

“If you keep apologizing i’m going to stop talking to you” 

The words linger as I think about if he didn't speak to me, as if it was always some conditional token. Like a child and their toy,  If a tantrum was thrown, or they made too much of a fuss. taken.

He hugs me and then turns to walk into the night, 

I turn, and do the very same. Thinking to myself long and hard, I know I shouldn't apologize for myself as much as I do, I know this. Quickly i turn before he can't hear me anymore, 

“Do you really mean that! You’d stop talking to me if I kept apologizing!’

“I wouldn’t stop talking to you in person, but i wouldn’t reach out!” 

‘Well then i’ll stop.”

Unlocking my car, throwing myself into the seat. I sit. Tunneling through my cd collection, ‘La’s are in the end, so that means,, okay bruce is two down from the beginning.’

Tunnel of Love - Bruce Springsteen

*sigh* 

Car is on at this point, I turn the steering wheel, windows slightly drawn down, the cold air wafts through and up my nostrils, making the hairs stand on edge. With the music blasting, i go into the night, home. A comfort, with or without answers. ‘Stop apologizing or i’m going to stop talking to you’. 

So this is punishment now then?

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sometimes I wonder, if she were alive, would Sylvia Plath be a Pinterest writer?

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I write in the margins, my thoughts run rampant,

silver foiled chocolates, they're open in disarray

ink on my cheeks, tears on the page,

crumpled papers, wilted scribbles,

gifting someone a copy of slaughterhouse five,

waving frantically on the side of the road

a hobo's last dash to freedom

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be like a lady and suck

‘It’s ladies night everywhere’

Lighting up the town square

Talk of the ton, talk of the ton

Cherry chasers, 

Round the rim of an old dull drunk

Oiled lipstick stains on a crushed cigarette

“Your eyes are that of a million on lookers”

But will you ever look to see,

Mine have seen the rolling hills of thousands

The bellowing laughter that rolls a deep wave

Empty misgivings or promises by the best 

Choice words, rotten to the core

Egomaniacle actions

Selfish, it imbues from the soul, jaded spirit

My darling dear daddy an absence i hope for 

Knocking on the door, 

Not a call nor an answer, 

A hope, a dream, a sea of flightless birds.

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same place, two years difference

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kafka had his diaries, didion had her notebooks, plath wrote in journals, and i have my tumblr blog

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a foot in the door

a halfway mark of a dead dream gone rogue

might I believe or hold on longer than I should?

I might.

let her steep a bit, like a loose leaf tea.

aforementioned love and care

flew off the handle before I got a grip on her

I think I'm losing it, I'm losing you

whatever you were.

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New Sufjan Stevens Today

I didn't know it myself, but some might say my spirit did. This week I felt some spiritual pull to revisit a musical favorite of mine. unknowingly, as I listened to the likes of Jacksonville, All of Me Wants All of You, Seven Swans, so many classics that have seen me and many more through the years. I stumbled upon the singles that had been released already, such as A Running Start and Will Anybody Ever Love Me? and sobbed. There are many musicians in our day and age. Many evoke a similar emotional reaction. Not many hit the chords as deeply as Sufjan, from raw and authentic lyrics about love, loss, and diss-parent spirits, to distant parents and death, the latter continues. The authenticity that he often speaks about comes with a beautiful realization of just how sensitive we as humans are, and can be. Not that it's unknown or unnoticeable, but when fronted with the notion, you can't deny the fact that his music impacts an almost uncharted territory. So as we all unpack the newest album, may we all take time today to listen to our sensitivities, and allow them to run rampant. Onwards and upwards friends

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i finally finished play it as it lays….what the actual fuck

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no one can disappoint me the way my father can

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