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Posted 1 month ago
Andrea Gibson

Andrea Gibson

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Posted 1 month ago
I wanna feel you like lifelines on the palms of Jesus when the nails went through
Is that really, really creepy?
Just in case it is, let me also say I want you sleepy-eyed in the morning,
Waking at my side like a warm summer sky born from so much softness the horizon cries every time nightfall comes to take you.
Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,
And soup,
And peanut butter cookies,
Though, the truth is peanut butter is actually really bad for you
‘cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil,
But hey, you like peanut butter and I like you.

From Wasabi, by Andrea Gibson (via tenpennies)

(This woman, I tell you…)

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Posted 2 months ago
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside. Some people will never understand what kind of super power it takes for some people to just walk outside…
You. You stay here with me, okay?
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Posted 3 months ago
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AudioMonkey – SAVE_AGE (Rough)

New poem. Well, new old poem. Short, sharp, shiny. Also:

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: This depends on how you interpret it. It does have some basis in a few things that ARE triggering, but nothing that’s blatant. Transcript below:

SAVE_AGE

She’s a savage kind of love, you see.

Rutting little pages of red glue under my skin

Her lips taste of guava. And pomegranate

I know it makes no sense to you but I… I…

How can I begin without giving in Too much information Oh god she’s here a formation of sensation and sign and I’ve lost my mind The world is made of ash taking part and taking cash-ing in and we watched it burn a maelstrom of otherworldly porn-ographic sin.

Breeeeeeeeeeeeaaaathe in.

Exhale.

My presence is not for sale.

And I pale inside the cinders of her eyes.

I deify her, I require her.

In the embers, we’ll slide further down and…

The sensations take more being that I am a bore and she makes me the whore The crashing of waves enslaves so we brave the future although she yearns for the past to take off the mask I slice her under my flesh and wish for the best as she lays me down I grin and I begin to repent, repent, repent, repent, repeat, repeat, repeat REPETITION.

STOP!

A scare

Fully awake now, aware

Beyond all banality, I remain

Under her spell, I run through.

I’m not defending myself, I swear, I swear, I swear, because…

Oh god we’re getting faster and faster a disaster on epic scale I prevail against the waves but the control is slipping and I’m dripping hot and wet and not able to see the world yet it’s all greyscale to me my wrists broke open with a foolish notion and I’ll suck it to fuck it give me the rest it’s for the best give me the rest it’s for the best GIVE ME THE REST IT’S FOR THE BEST GIVE ME THE…

swallow

I cannot survive in here I’m alive my veins pump it through don’t know what to do the world comes down leave me to drown my skin starts to crack I can’t turn back.

She’s a savage kind of love, you see.

Rutting little pages of red glue under my skin

Her lips taste of guava. And pomegranate

And liquid black.

And ecstasy.

And breaking nothingness.

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Posted 3 months ago
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AudioMonkey – Five Inches (Rough)

First recorded poem. Need to do this more so I don’t suck as much.

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Posted 4 months ago

Andrea Gibson - Say Yes.

I adore this.

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Posted 4 months ago

Sonnet XVII—Pablo Neruda

lovesongsofthemad:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

One of my favourites of his.

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Posted 7 months ago

First Attempt at a Villanelle:

Has gone interestingly.

To be gentle.

Reality is, I don’t like it, not because of my writing but because I dislike the form. It’s so… call-and-response without clever musicality, at the least to me.

But I’m working on more poems, partially for a class (assignment due tomorrow, but folio is D, O, N, E) and partially, because fixed form poetry is HARD for me to write but because I’m sick in the head and love a challenge, I sort of leapt on the idea.

So I took Love, my sleeping disorder, my adoration of twisting beauty and ugliness into some semblance of poetic metaphor and came up with what is below.

Here’s my first attempt at a Villanelle (Think ‘Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night’ by Dylan Thomas, plus a love of naval gazing and minus his talent)

Patterns:

She sees a pattern on my skin, far too deep.

but laughs and sings my soul around

as I rest in numb and blissfully dead sleep. 

Within her arms, my soul to keep

forevermore, completely icebound.

She sees a pattern on my skin, far too deep.

She’s not scared of darkness wherein I weep

or the crimson that runs without a sound

as I rest in numb and blissfully dead sleep.

She opens my eyes to the world we reap

the harvest I’ve thrown to the ashy ground

She sees a pattern on my skin, far too deep.

At night, she comes to my heart, where my cheap

love is spread out for her, waiting to be found

as I rest in numb and blissfully dead sleep.

Within her eyes, my heart does leap,

and in her voice, my soul can resound.

She sees a pattern on my skin, far too deep

as I rest in numb and blissfully dead sleep.

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Posted 9 months ago
I see you driving
round town with the girl I love
and I’m like, Haiku.
A realisation thanks to my poetry class…
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Posted 9 months ago
Meep Meep Meep Meep Meep
Meep Meep Meep Meep Meep Meep Meep
Meep Meep Meep Meep Meep
Beaker does a Haiku.