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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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there’s a drug in the music he plays that lingers in the air after he’s gone away
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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Doctor, I’ve got an awful personality
I hope we shed some light on these
numerous pervasive insecurities
plaguing my mind constantly
thoughts intrude with regularity
torment me with false sincerity
I have hope that maybe therapy
therapy // could be ///
well, you’ve got an accredited degree
I have hope that maybe therapy could be
a big turning point for me
( let me help you help me fix me )
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I know I had so much hope then
but I think I’d rather stay broken
Doctor, I’ve got an awful personality
but I think these awful traits define me
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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I stare into the distance, glazed eyes, dream upon a hill
I know that I won’t find it but you pray to God I will
overheard a hint in a riddle, started clawing at the ground
fools, we opened up our chests but treasure wasn’t what we found
this fog that we slog through is shallow but shaken
the cloudy eyes that I search with have not yet awaken
and when I look into yours I think I might be mistaken
I had been knocking at doors instead of staging a break in
it’s not the chase or the hunt; I never lived for the thrill
hands touch/ fingers laced/ but does it help with the chill?
at once I please and exhaust you; and once I loved you I lost you 
I could not see what I had though; he had a heart draped in shadow
my dark angel, no halo; he never knows what to say though
(when he plays a tune he always leaves out all the words
he leaves the singing for the birds/ he leaves the singing for the birds)
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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I was not solid or whole when you found me torn and crumpled in a pile on the ground we locked eyes briefly when you chose to unfold a soiled story better left untouched, untold
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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pink monotone sky
floating up in my balloon
i can’t look down now
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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The cat at the bottom is looking up the ladder, but all the cats above him are looking back down.
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Ladder of Cats
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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Call me on your bird phone
I just want to hear you say “hello”
From the other end of the phone, “hello”
The only word I want to hear---the only one you know
 ....
If you had the money, I know you’d buy a phone
If you had my number, I know you’d dial the phone
So I could hear your voice and not feel so damn alone
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But the buttons would have to be unique
Size and shape of the phone would be unique
To fit in your claws so you could dial with your beak
 ....
But Apple doesn’t make those phones, so now I’m alone
Waiting to hear your voice on the machine after the tone---
Will I ever hear your voice on the machine after the tone?
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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Sestina for slugs
I step outside my front door
and there are slugs covering
every square inch
of surface area of everything
forming an impenetrable mass
of slow writhing squish.
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I hesitate to squish
any one of their souls by stepping outside my door,
but there’s no choice but to face the mass---
and even with my hands covering
my eyes I see everything
through to the chaos plunging across every shifting inch.
 ....
Feebly, I attempt to inch
my way into the slugs, careful not to squish
even a single squirming part of everything
as I disembark from my door,
my feet hovering, their shadow covering
my plotted course through the mass.
 ....
I weigh my mass
against the slugs’ every inch
as the treads of my shoes press on their outer covering.
But in my mind----Squish!
I’m back at the door.
I’ve run out ideas, out of everything.
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Everything
was simpler before this mass
erupted outside my door,
layered every inch
of my stale life with squish.
Until I forgot what they were covering.
 ....
Either way, I couldn’t see what they were covering
since they were covering everything.
I didn’t dare tread on their squish
to upset the mass.
I didn’t dare move an inch
outside my own door
 ....
to disturb the squish and the unknown it’s covering
or to open the door to the onset of everything.
Waiting, the entire mass begins with the first writhing inch.
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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Quatrains
Just give up. I’ve tried everything I can think
Drinking coffee, writing in multicolored ink
Chewing a bagel, trying desperately not to blink
I’m on the edge of my seat trying to avoid the brink
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But sleep, it comes at any pace
Slowly slumping my head down in disgrace
Quickly creeping up on my eyes, tearing lines in my face
I wake up just in time to see the professor erase
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Shit. Did I just write down my dreams
Instead of writing down what synaptotagmin means?
What does lower Pr = cnatermercar channerl iCleans
Scribble crossed out change in culta deninanase functeens?
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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The lament of the cat lady
I will never get to hold the book club
In my sweet little townhouse again
After Chester peed on Mrs. Miller
And Archibald attacked all the men.
I only attend three meetings a week
But just mentioning my babies is sin
Simply cats to them but, to me, children.
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echoesyouroctopus · 6 years
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Pantoum
You are the octopus love of my heart throb
Startling too many wasabi peas down my throat
I am the never-ending man-on-man blow job
In circular orbit of the gummy cum saliva coat
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Startling, too many wasabi peas down my throat
I choke on sharp and green, shards of hard, falling
In circular orbit of the gummy cum saliva coat
Melded into melted runny warm cheese, crawling
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I choke on sharp and green, shards of hard, falling
I catch it in my mitt but the ball, glued, won’t drop
Melded into melted runny warm cheese, crawling
To my knees I signal the pitcher to stop, stop
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I catch it in my mitt but the ball, glued, won’t drop
I am the never-ending man-on-man blow-job
To my knees I signal the pitcher to stop, stop
You are the octopus love of my heart throb
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