definitive poetry

gentle, adjective;
mild in temperament or behavior, kind or tender
the way your fingertips felt like paintbrushes on my canvas of a cheekbone,
creating nothing less than a Van Gogh every time you touched me,
the way our bodies moved together beneath the moonlight that filtered through the slits in the blinds,
anyone else would have thought we were dancing

arrogant, adjective;
having or revealing an exaggerated sense of one’s own importance or abilities
the way you looked at me and saw a broken mirror,
a warped reflection of yourself that you needed to chip away at,
mold into something you could put on paper,
carve into something that looked good only on paper

empathy, noun;
the ability to understand and share the feelings of another
the way you cupped your hands, tried to catch all of the heartache pouring out of me,
held it up to your ear like a seashell and told me you understood the sound the waves made as they crashed upon the shore,
but you didn’t realize that it wasn’t about the coming together,
instead it was the sending away that kept me up at night

pride, noun;
an inordinate opinion of one’s own dignity or superiority
the way you clung to your institutionalized identity like a newborn clinging to his mother’s finger, fast asleep in her arms,
not necessarily afraid to let go but unaware that if he did, he would be okay
that if he unclenched his small fist even for a moment, he would be okay

love, noun/verb/adjective;
the way you looked me in the eyes the night you left and told me you were doing it because you loved me,
because I loved you,
because this is what you needed,

the way you asked me to change everything about myself as if my soul were a ball of clay,
asked me to sculpt it so that it would look more like yours and called it love,
called it caring about me,
called it saving me

the way you looked at me the same way I assume Adam used to look at Eve,
with admiration, adoration, and longing,
still knowing that she rose from his rib,
believing that she needed him to feel whole ignoring the fact that he had to lose a rib to bring her into existence,
pretending he can breathe without her,
knowing that he could not breathe without her,
afraid of what he would do without her
so instead he clipped her wings
sanded down her shoulder blades
poured cement in her shoes
so he’d never have to find out

—  you, noun; || s.c.l.
I swear the ocean is bottled up inside of your eyes, its deep blue waves rolling up and crashing against your pupils.
I want to let myself drown in them.
The stars reside on the very tips of your fingers, brightening everything they touch.
I wish so badly to be the night sky that they dance upon.
Your head holds inside of it a universe in which I long to explore.
I want to know all that there is to know about you.
—  I want to explore you.
crush.

This crush is totalling and
I don’t know what to do with this feeling,
Because I’ve never felt this way before,
About any boy or girl.
You make my heart beat faster than it should,
But I can’t let this happen because 
I don’t know what would happen if I could
Just let go. 

You look at me like I’m the only one around
And when we touch, the electricity almost makes a sound.
My skin tingles at your touch,
And your voice makes my knees buck. 

I don’t know if we could be anything,
And I don’t know if you feel the same way about me,
But I look over at you and hope to god
That you feel the same way too
So that I can explore this feeling inside,
This feeling that’s becoming harder and harder
(so fucking hard)
To hide. 

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Cutting Toxic Relationships (And Why It's Okay)
On weeding out the harmful ones.
By Sequel Media International

Let me tell you a story.

When I was in high school, I had a lot more close friends than I have now. I mean, a lot. People I felt unlimited comfort with and trusted entirely. I always heard that if you have one or two people in your life you really trust as lifelong friends, you’re lucky. I knew better. I had at least a dozen.

I drifted away from a couple of them because I didn’t want to join them in their drug addictions. A few of them turned out to be pretty big on sexual harassment/assault without ever feeling they were doing anything wrong. Most of the rest of them just ended up not really caring about anything other than themselves, and to them friendship was just a promise of having a receptacle for their frustrations. They didn’t respect my boundaries or the kind of person I was striving to become. All of them were a drain on my mental and emotional resources, and none of them seemed to particularly care.

See, here’s the thing: we all have those people in our lives that will be there forever. The problem is, some of them really shouldn’t–and we have to learn when it’s time to cut them.

I don’t know no one
anymore who’s
up all night.
Wouldn’t it be fun
to hear someone
really tired
come walking
up your stairs
and knock on your door.
Come here
and share the rain
with me, You.
Isn’t it wonderful to hear
the universe
shudder. How old it all,
everything,
must be.

How slow it goes, steaming
coffee, marvelous morning,
the tiniest hairs
on the trees’ arms
coming visible.

I like it better,
no one knows

sweetness, moving your
lips in silence.
Closing your eyes all night.

It’s so much better
disarming myself
from terror, and light
passing through
a painting I stuck
on a window
earlier, when I was scared.

It’s great, it’s really great.
Trees hold the world
and the weather
moves slow.

Even a body dissolves
and takes a place, incorrectly,
everywhere I would
like to nuzzle,
and plants a heart
in the world
voiceless.

I began knocking.
Ridiculous. Just to hear
your echo back,
arm against face

just to stop those fucking
trucks, my thoughts
of vanishing
into that sweetness.
—  Eileen Myles, “And Then the Weather Arrives”
the grieving poet
  1. these boys are too nice and generous oh my gosh thank goodness someone is gonna keep an eye on arthur that smol wayward child
  2. i definitely also read poetry aloud if it’s older/has confusing language. it helps me make sense of it and keeps me from skimming
  3. merlin and lance have matching necklaces? where are those from? i can’t see any details but they’re definitely the same kind of necklace.

bonus: shout out to merlin’s students for being able to get anything done in his class because i, for one, would not be able to focus

Ultraviolence Definitions

by CINCO YURASHIMA

age
āj/

    1. The length of time that a person has lived or a thing has existed.
    2. Dead at 19.
    3. My current age.
ad·o·les·cent
ˌadəˈles(ə)nt/

    1. (of a young person) in the process of developing from a child into an adult.
    2. Your parent’s words and threats on sex running through your mind  while      going in raw.
    3. Rolling and smoking blunts in the train tracks nicknamed Narnia located   behind Little Village High School Campus
    4. Hard to make it past 20.
    5. Knowing Some will miss your High School reunion.
bul·let
ˈbo͝olət/

    1. A projectile for firing from a rifle, revolver, or other small firearm, typically            made of metal, cylindrical and pointed, and sometimes containing an     explosive.
    2. What could have killed my mother. What could have killed me.
    3. The thing that stayed in the cylinder when I was 5, but had me swallowing            spoon-fulls of sugar.
    4. What forced Michael’s blood to gush out, brains and blood splattered       down Pulaski Ave.
vi·o·lence
ˈvī(ə)lənse

     1. behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.
     2. “Savage colored boys are the real problem.”
     3. 7PM is the real curfew.
     4. $1.50 Virgen de Guadalupe candles and flowers decorating Pulaski Ave.  
     5. Pay no mind the bursting in the night, we’ll find out what it was tomorrow   on the news. It’s nothing, and if it was, oh well, these things always happen here.
moth·er
ˈməT͟Hər/
                                             
      1.  woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth.
      2. The one holding her dead son in the hospital; blood dried over the bullet.

Looking at the meaning of true love, Sadhguru gives us a powerful process to take love beyond words and make it an enduring quality within. Sadhguru: The English expression, “Falling in love,” is significant because no one rises in love or climbs in love. You fall in love, because something of who you are has to go.
—  http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/lifestyle/relationships/the-meaning-of-true-love-love-beyond-words/
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I’d like to submit an extension on this analysis of the meaning of true love, which in this specific context, necessarily imbues a sort of counter-intuitive, semantic reversal. That, to fall into an authentic love is to rise– Is in fact, to transform; It is the falling out of, and away from, old perspectives and into new ones; It is a glorious shedding of old skin; It is the climbing out of an old self and into a better one; It is the selfless encouragement of that rise in our partner; it is without condition. Love becomes an essential part of a long ascension toward enlightenment and actualization. Here then, true love becomes about fearlessness and freedom, and in this case, of the self to be the self and un-infringed by the previously limiting, ego oriented aspects of the self without sacrificing the fundamental “you”; To be uninhibited and rise spontaneously in pure acceptance, love and trust. And the falling, well, that is merely another way to express a release and liberation from outdated modes of thought and being. So yes, something of who you are has to go, but it is good! If you are not rising or climbing or growing in love (making each other better, for instance), it is probably not true love, but something else.

Your hymn’s haunting flute
trails single birds, off to roost
across the blue striped golden
setting sun on sheep fleece clouds
a gentle flock safe from harm
and my fingertips fall free
the last drops of jasmine eves
years long gone, gone

I follow their trail
into the sticky fig familiar glow
heavy syrup light embalming my skin
it will follow me,
it will follow

Dive, with last gasp held,
and taken, and given away
on a joyful evening
under still-your eyes
of a childhood friend,
close as the next breath
never to go without

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Break

Break is a homophone, meaning it has multiple definitions. Examples are:

“We are going on a break” Meaning an interruption of uniformity

 “I don’t know yet if I want to break up with you” Meaning to separate or cause to separate into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain.

“I’m breaking” Meaning separating into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain.

Break. Not to be mistaken for broke, meaning to completely run out of money, like when you gamble too much at a casino and just loose it all.

Maybe I’m about to just loose it all.

Though broke can also be the past tense of break. Meaning something had to break earlier.

Like me.

Break is both a verb and a noun, meaning it can happen and can be a thing.

Because, I mean, it’s happening and is a thing…

Break. Not to be mistaken for brake, as in:

“Maybe if I apply the brake, this will all stop”

or

“I need to brake because, I’m going too fast and I can’t think straight and hurling a vehicle down the road a 110 mph is probably not the best thing”

Break. As in “Break a heart”

Break. As in “Smash or shatter”, the way words break, words shatter across the skin when thrown just the right way.

Break. As in Clean Break, meaning when a bone breaks in such a way where there are just two pieces along a straight line.

As in to make a complete end.

As in “I just want a clean break”

As in “I wont get a clean break”

Hope. Meaning “A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen”

Hope. “Wanting something to happen or be the case”

As in “I hope we can make it through this”

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Daily Sketch #173

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the paintbrush of time strokes each feeling a different color with each passing moment—
but it is us who will remember which used to be light and which used to be dark;

because looking at someone
who used to be your yellow
could be the cause of your shades of gray

nailed in your memory
and rooted in your soul
are the many times you were blue, an unfinished canvas
and she made you an entirely new masterpiece

because without a doubt,
she was the artist
who crafted you
and never stopped creating you
with her, you had vibrant sceneries in your eyes
your heartbeat coincided with each color change
and she made your still life come alive

admittedly, her skill was flawless and
her expertise had you thinking you were
more than just another painting

from her mouth spilled the words
“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”,
“you’ll always be mine”,
“i love you”,
and she had these hues and tones
drying on the canvas
enhancing the image
and showing observers at the exhibit
just how much she cared

until the time came when she didn’t:
her inspiration grew white
and the paint stopped drying
because all she could do was run her paintbrush up, down, across, over the canvas
trying to save what was
but instead making it become what it shouldn’t be

and the guests of the exhibit
all saw the unfortunate accident
and side-stepped the splatters of paint

and she, a coward, gave up on you
stopped seeing your potential and
ultimately decided
to change her canvas

you saw how she made other artworks like you were just a practice piece
her attention to detail now more accurate than
the recklessness with which she made you
and purple bruises from being thrown aside
would never compare to the feeling of not being good enough to be her masterpiece

and while time might paint the feelings anew
you will always feel
created but unfinished
whole but torn
because, like the brightest color possible
it will always be ingrained in your mind that
you were the artwork that failed
and she was the artist that ruined you

—  d.c. (lectered) // matters of the art