February 2012
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Tying Loose Ends
She believed her veins were loose ends because they disappeared into her palms and so she cut to tie them like the strings of balloons around her wrist her mother knotted on the ferry back from Disney World but still she cried as the blue mouse slipped undone and twinkled with the stars.
teacupofyellow asked: I know you're probaly very busy with life, but I just wanted to let you know that your poems are absolutely lovely. You should coninue to post your beautiful work! :)
Anonymous asked: hey there operahousegirl :) i just wanted to let you know that i stumbled upon your tumblr this friday and it has completely changed me. i've experienced an aweakening that's inspired me to write again. thank you. your words are absolutely stirring and lovely. by the by, it was your grandma-and-the-teacup poem that grabbed me. please don't ever stop creating beauties <3
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Eye of the Beholder
My eye is a white spool of thread unraveling into paint, you said. I colored ladybug wings when tears washed blush and ‘laser lemon’ Crayola fingerprints from cheeks —after, “it’s toxic.” Like the freckles on your shoulder that turned blue in April when rain opened its umbrella against you and caught you on its tongue. “Mon Étoile,” he’ll say to the girl with the ring of daisies...
rusetheswindler asked: You have a wonderful blog, and you're very beautiful :)
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Anonymous asked: Where do you get your inspiration?
whiteboywithglasses asked: oh my godd, do you write all these poems?? they are SO amazing.
freudian-slipped asked: i am obsessed with your blog. it is beautiful, and your writing is amazing.
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My grandmother’s glasses
hung outside
her heart as
she
poured
tea into my lap.
“I’m not a cup,”
I said
catching
second-degree
burns
between fingers.
“If you were, nothing would
slip away.”
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Reap
If heartbreakers must walk barefoot
on the broken pieces maybe they
would think twice
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