"Here's to the next draft!"
Tingles inside my body
Dominate my nature
Change the direction of my earth
Rings of Saturn
An alien mother
But you have to remain strong
The relationship is killing her
slowly like a
bottle to an
Why do we fight?
Because I love you, you asshole
Squeeze the fabric of
my dress into your fist
Cover my ears
And lose yourself in me
Jealousy and Justice
Feed on my doubts
Heal under the hand of my hatred
A beautiful blue sky
Pupils hypnotize me
Not everything can be fixed
A hungry man
Fucks me with ice cubes
Licks cocaine from my credit card
Flirts with my asshole
with his tongue
Do you think I'm pretty?
Do you wanna go to the bar?
Do you wanna have children?
I have nothing to kill but time
A rusty metal arm
ticks in a circle
A second hand in orbit
With such speed
Yet so slowly
Clutch onto what you can
Pull me into your arms
Rip into my chest
Whisk me across the floor
And cuddle me to the nth degree
Cut me open with your lust
And keep showing up
Don't hide in the stench of shame
I am a hungry woman
To bring life into this world
I will destroy you
Like you destroyed me
I'm just a person
Drowning in my shame.
Keeps coming up.
I guess I’ve never identified with jealousy because I don't felt jealous about the things that a lot of people worry about.
For instance, that’s fine — you can fuck my man.
Because his dick is not mine — his soul is mine.
When I fall in love, I become a skull-fucker.
And I’m not jealous because I think there’s someone better for him.
It’s usually when someone has too much power.
When their feet swell in their boots.
Ego is such a difficult obstacle in the game of truthful conversation.
I can share your dick. But don’t get too big for your boots.
Because I am not in a race with you.
But I can see that you are, my friend, in a race.
And perhaps you’ll run ahead and pass too many check points for you to still consider me worthy, for I am not in the race.
I climb my own ladder.
That’s what my Mum always told me — she said --
Keep your eye on your own ladder.
“But she’s got (blank)”
Just keep your eye on your own ladder.
“But he’s the son of (blank) and was basically born with his foot in the door.”
Oh yeah? Keep your eye on your own ladder.
If you haven't had a chance to check out, Her Story, do yourself a favor and watch it. This is the most beautiful, powerful and moving thing I have seen in a really long time. The whole first season only takes an hour! I am waiting for the second season with breath that is bated.
You came to me last night
I felt you all around me
Wrapped in a warm and gentle coat of your love
Then I wake up this morning
And remember that you died today
All week I've felt the need to protect myself
I even got sober
And only a few days ago
I pulled out my red Lego box of fairy letters
You were so good to me
And last night you were there
But how can the soul of an Atheist,
who didn't even believe in souls,
feel so strongly visceral all around me?
Maybe a belief in souls
is for your family and the people who loved you
So when they have those moments
where they feel a dead loved one all around them,
they can believe that they're not crazy
Thank you for the fairy letters
Thank you for letting me believe in magic
Thank you for believing in me
Thank you for passing that belief to me
Because of you,
nothing has ever been out of reach
Thank you for loving me
My life has never been the same without you
Thank you for dropping off my bus ticket
over and over and over again
Thank you for putting up with me
and loving me at my worst
Thank you for the way you'd shriek
when I tickled your feet
Thank you for printing my first painting
and putting it up in a gallery
when I was 4 years old
Thank you for never giving up on me
Thank you for brushing my teeth
Thank you for brushing my hair
and the way you were so careful not to hurt me,
even if that meant taking a full hour
to brush my hair
Thank you for saving my toys from the incinerator
Mick and Squishy thank you too
There aren't enough words in the English language
to express how much I love you
and how ardently I have missed you all these years
I know you didn't believe
But you never told me I couldn't
So maybe I'm allowed now
to do the believing for the both of us
I love you Dad.
i wrote a list
of 100 reasons why i love you
i've since been collecting a list
of 100 ways that being with you
has taught me not to love myself
and only now,
I start to discover
the lost pieces again
It’s either the greatest mystery
or I am but the greatest fool
I am a fool for you
But we thrive in the place
Where there is no blame
Where there is no judgement
Where we’re free to let you be you and me be me
And where unicorns gather at the watering hole
because this is a world where people believe
in what others write off as impossible
What one writes off as impossible
will forever be out of reach
Until he or she wakes up to their power
Our minds are the most
terrifying and powerful gift
we could ever conceive of being granted
You kiss my bosom
I feel my pussy
begin to lubricate itself
I love the way you touch me
I love the way your hair smells
I love the way you’re not scared of me
Turning the page
and blissfully distracted
by your finger in my ass
I love your grunts
And the way you lick my neck
Sometimes you don’t know which you want more -
to make love to me or to hate fuck me
And I love watching you teeter
on the brink of that struggle
Blood vessels flood the flesh of my cheeks
as you slap them good morning
Rise and shine
ye blood vessels
'Tis the dawn of a new day.
Two things that are really driving me and inspiring me right now that I'd love to share.
The first is this article by Jess Zimmerman on unpaid emotional labor. It's brilliant.
And the second thing is what actually led me to this article in the first place, which is the latest episode of the 'Sex for Smart People' podcast with Stephanie and Dave, and their special guest Andy Izenson. Holy shit. This episode moved me in unshakable ways.
If you're not an iTunes person, you can check out their website,
Promised so much
A dream I will never forget
Be a man
Peace is so foreign to me
Love me truly
For the first time
Like a Rodin sculpture
Away from time
To merely exist with you
is a tremendous success
Don't digitize your heart
where their hearts used to be
Turn me into a cupcake
With the sense of your touch
I love to take my time with you
A boy's eyes peer at me
from the other end
of the cafeteria
A man's eyes peer at me
from the other end
of the bar
I can't hear my own
voice in here
I think that's the point
Tilt my head back
Danger feels good with you
because I trust you
in my bones
Open me up.
go tick tock tick tock
in the bottom of the basement
Hooves in the distance
This whole place is a powder keg
A power keg
Swallowed by the sheer hunger
A hunger for power
Plunges like bullets into all that she is
A forceful slug can get to her
Even after all that training
He will fuck her
But he will never love her
Fucked by the Prince
Fucked in the ass
Fucked in the dark
Fold me into a paper dragon
A karmic scream in origami
Karma, you can fuck yourself
To dwell is to die
To dwell is to die
Don’t stop little bunny rabbit
Freedom in an electric toy
This is me
A primitive wo-man
She picks a feather out of her mouth
And lets it go.