my mission while stranded in atl for 24 hours bc of bad weather flight delays...
find mah gurlz kim nene and sheree. real housewives of atl watttttupppp
the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
“ A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.
Maya Angelou [i realize my tumblr is getting a little text heavy…i shall remedy this soonsies promise]
i used to be obsessed with making everything look like a watermelon…weird and hard to explain butt this reminded me of it teehee
My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
-Robert Frost
your name, Molly Looze (for 11/24)
the silhouette of your name across my lips
is an outlined sweet, a slick of honey sticking
like shadows in the corners of an empty room.it stains my mouth in pomegranate red, a joy
built in my hands when they ripped the seeds
from the thick husk.it’s garlic three days later, a taste that infiltrates
all the backbeats and feedback of my mouth,
like the wind breathing into a microphone.i want to spend more time with your name,
swallow shots of it so it burns my throat
long into the night, so when i wake upthe hangover is an excuse for me to
think of you.the vowels and syllables coalesce
between teeth and tongue, between roof of mouth
and cheeks to create one sweet harmony,a homogeneous anatomy that
should be more than just a flavor; it
should be a part of me.
singles OR divorce poems II
lord, do i miss
the days of the
45single song sides
complementing
lives running in tandemfingers like needles,
playing
the grooves
of your musical spinenow,
without backbone
i join the sussurous
shuffling legions
browsing CD racks
with headphones on
The average person consumes 4,500 calories on Thanksgiving Day.
(source)
gross but i think i accomplished this and perhaps more.
