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  1. some short poems with photos i took in ireland:)

    Me? Staring in awe at this?? It’s more likely than you think. Seriously you have so much talent
  2. Overheard Quotes

    “Ha, you are a fool! Diet Coke came from the devil’s ass crack! Real Coca Cola comes from the sweet bosom of god herself.” ”Then I’ll eat Satan’s ass.”
  3. Pictures of Fireworks

    Read this after listening to “what you own” from rent or “1950”—whichever you prefer “I think I’m lesbian.” Cass and I are sitting on the dock, legs swinging over the choppy waves. I scratch at the bug bites on my bare feet. The mosquitos are eating us alive in the hot stagnant July night, but neither of us are ready to go in yet. “Hmm.” Cass says. She paused for a second, gazing out at the warm yellow lights coming from the houses across the lake. “What happened to that one guy. You know the one? Danny or something?” I shake my head. “Didn’t work out. Told him if it didn’t work with him, then...” We hear a loud series of pops from the distance. “Guns or firecrackers?” Cass asks. “Obviously guns,” I say. “It’s the 25th.” It’s a little morbid when you think about it, but that’s life in our town of 3,000. “My money’s on firecrackers,” Cass says. “Who’s shooting their gun at...” She glances at the glowing-blue numbers of her watch. “10:52 p.m.” Sure enough, a firework erupts over the line of trees, its reflection flickering on the lake. “Told you so.” She smirks and starts to shake out her ponytail. We sit in silence for a bit. The thick buzz of cicadas fills the air. “Okay, but, with girls it’s entirely different. I can flirt with a girl. I’m smooth.” Cass doubles over in laughter. “I’m sorry,” she says between bursts of chuckles. “But you and smooth don’t belong in the same sentence. When’s the last time you were smooth?” I grin. “Two weeks ago. There was this girl staring at me in the Panera, and...” Cass shakes her head. “Sweetie, she wasn’t staring at you because she likes you. She was staring at you because you dress like a 13-year-old boy going through an emo phase.” “Not anymore. I’m reinventing myself.” The stars are coming out, and it’s a full moon night. When Cass and I were little, we’d pretend to be wolves. Cock back our heads and howl, deep and guttural. Not that we’d ever seen a wolf. East-Central Illinois scares away everything but rabbits, the occasional deer, and way too many damn mosquitos. “What’re you gonna be like?” Cass doesn’t laugh for once. She leans against my shoulder. “I dunno. Mature, I guess. Confident.” I slap a mosquito against my thigh. “I wish I wasn’t 15. It frigging sucks to be 15.” Cass nodded. “The years go by so slow,” she said, sounding so much older. I sighed, crossing my legs beneath me. “The months go by so fast.” I realized with a jolt that it would be August soon. Time was slipping through my fingers. In that moment, I felt as thought I was trying to take a picture of fireworks but only catching a cloud of smoke and a few scattered sparks. author’s note: okay i’m back after being gone all summer yay. I wrote this at midnight on the Fourth of July but in this house we stan America year round (just kidding we shit on America year round.)
  4. infinity must be shades of blue

    This imagery is spectacular. Plus this seems to flow really well; I love how there's variation in the lengths of the lines.
  5. Rest In Peace, Avicii

    Finding out about Tim Bergling/Avicii really fucked me up. His music really meant a lot to me and I've loved it since I was eleven. What happened still seems surreal to me. He was way, way too young.
  6. Liking Him

    The idea that I can't help liking him, starved for crushes, waking up from those dreams. I keep recalling I'm his back-up. The idea that I'm trying to deserve someone, harder and harder, the bittersweet loss. Liking him, I feel like a fool. Author's note: I know my crush likes me back' but it’s a strong possibility that he likes my friend better than me. She rejected him earlier this year. I know I don’t deserve to be his back-up plan, like he’s crossing people off a list and I’m second on it. But I really care about him and I think he really cares about me. TLDR, I'm sad about my crush and I'm writing melodramatic poems when I should be sleeping. Advice about the situation and critiques would really be appreciated.
  7. call it something cutesy

    I don't really know what to say, but if this is based in experience it sucks so much that you have to deal with this shit from your own mom.
  8. common name (latin name), family

    I love this? So much? Ok the words and the imagery are so evocative and there are all these little phrases that are so wonderful like and
  9. Hometown

    Farmers market, on Saturday mornings Hipsters in jean jackets and nose rings flock to the food co-op And my third-grade teacher sells donuts from a food truck The icing is sticky on the pads of my fingers Downtown liquor stores and apartments Give way to churches and cornfields I know the way home by heart We would meet on playgrounds Little kids in fleece jackets Convinced we were something magical And now those little kids are teenagers Separated by thousands of miles It's the little details that I miss The bowling alley where octogenarians eat lunch The shopping mall carousel, the old museum Saturday mornings at the farmers market, the bustle of people Author's note: So this is really unedited but the whole city poem tag and @thepensword's urban hive poem made me want to write something about my hometown. I don't live there anymore, but just thinking about it makes me really nostalgic for all the little things that I never realized I loved about it.
  10. Exquisite Corpse: April 2018

    We're whispers, sleepless nights beneath the stars.
  11. This Right Here

    Thank you!
  12. funny childhood stories

    When I was a kid I was convinced that I was a fairy and at some point my shoulder blades would develop into wings. I managed to convince my friends of this too, and they believed me. (I was about 5)
  13. This Right Here

    maybe i'm not out of the woods, but this right here is okay; somewhere, a bonfire is blazing, surrounded by people who might never understand but will try to listen. life has not hardened me like my calloused feet after a barefoot summer, caked with dirt and mosquito bites, but still there is an unbreakable something inside me. i am soft and yet i burn. Author's note: A revised version of something I wrote months ago to make up for my inactivity. As always, feedback and constructive criticism is encouraged.
  14. that time he called me his bear

    Exactly! Thanks for that comparison, because I'm having trouble putting my feelings about this poem into words. I guess it's that the sense of emotion from the poem is so complicated and rich yet specific emotions aren't explicitly defined in the poem? Idk how to describe it but it's so beautiful?! Not to derail the conversation but I also really love the Mountain Goats and I was really happy to find another person on the interwebs who liked them too.