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Lali Puna- Faking the books

— 1 week ago
#Lali Puna  #music 
GETTING IN LINE

The first thing they do
is assure that you’re safe
that no one can see you behind the glass
 
the second thing they do
is bring in the line of suspects
and immediately it’s harder than you thought it would
be
 
being mugged by beauty
is not the kind of thing a man likes to confess
admitting that you’ve had your breath stolen
is the kind of thing other men will judge you for
 
they ask you to take a good long look
and really be sure
and that’s when your confidence walks away…
 
your confidence is shot
 
you say her number
and the detective calls her forward
you freeze
like frost bitten water
like you did and still do
in that moment after you ask someone to dance
you are frozen
waiting for an answer
and vaguely recalling how often the word “no”
sounds like a shotgun blast
being fired into the air
 
she doesn’t mean for it to come off that way
it’s just
that’s what it takes these days
 
you look at each suspect and slowly start to realize
it’s not what she wore
it’s not her height or her hair colour
it’s not even her skin
 
it’s intangible
it’s the way you don’t even have
to see her
to tell that she’s smiling
you hear it
as if her throat was lined with
feathers
tickling the words out of her
 
it’s not a laugh
 
and this isn’t funny
it’s criminal
how easy it is to love her
 
but she did nothing to provoke
the feeling
she is innocent
 
it should be you in that line up.

-shane koyczan

— 2 weeks ago with 5 notes
#poem  #poetry  #spoken word  #Shane Koyczan 
"I want to fill my mouth with your name."
Pablo Neruda
— 2 weeks ago with 73 notes
#quote  #poetry  #poesia  #pablo neruda 
Overgrowth by Parker Fitzgerald and Riley Messina

Overgrowth by Parker Fitzgerald and Riley Messina

— 2 weeks ago with 5 notes
#art  #photography  #flowers  #beards 
10,000 Lakes

In the miles from your headboard

to your balcony doors

I have spent an entire morning

tracing the sound of you arriving home

across your ceiling.

There is no silence like yours.

It shakes through me

like the blessing of a new apartment;

the anticipation of surviving the night

to discover you in the morning.

In the morning

I watch God paint with his left hand

across an empty sky.

I count seven hundred fish scales

shivering in the breeze,

shaking out my old names,

calling you back to sleep.

They sound like a tired kitchen floor,

this choir, this praise under our feet.

They sound like your chest –
an acre of flight –

crashing into my hands,

wailing,

we’re lost,
we’re lost,

we’re lost again at sea.

-Carrie Rudzinski

— 3 weeks ago with 7 notes
#poem  #poetry  #slam poetry  #spoken word  #carrie rudzinski 
"And I know we live in different worlds,
and are always really
busy,
But in my dreams,
You spin around me so fast,
I always wake up dizzy"
sarah kay
— 2 months ago with 89 notes
#spoken word  #slam poetry  #poem  #poetry  #quote  #sarah kay