Maybe love is always in the wrong timezone; maybe love is not ready for you.
sarah kay and phil kaye
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.………
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us” by Shinji Moon
Collapse into me
and we’ll put all the pieces
together again.
brightens and lightens my soul.
always gets me, so beautiful.
tonight…
i went to my first poetry jam, and it was oh so beautiful.
i highly recommend going to one before the year is up, and for those of you who don’t count days…you have 4 months.
i wish i had a way with words like they do, or even still a way with rhythm and prose. i think i might have the words and the stories…sometimes. but its a matter of putting them together in a way that is engaging, gripping, emotional, personal, and intriguing all at once.
its a beautiful talent that i will never have, but nevertheless will listen in pure amazement. whew.
