poem post

“Sometimes you’re driving and the fog washes away and you see that the sky has been yellow the whole time. Yellow like bleach on denim thirty years old. Yellow like spring barley with the sun a fat peach hanging low on the horizon. A wax stamp. Permanent until it’s not. I tried to text her about it but the signal doesn’t reach this deep into highway hallucinations. Robert smith tells me it’s just heaven like over the radio. I say no it’s just like earth. Where things have weight and you don’t always get the girl with vodka snot and midwestern eyes. The car shakes on the interstate because Missouri is so flat there’s nothing to hide”

-Sentiment from the middle of nowhere (via @wonderfulls )

Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes. 

Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone that one who loves poetry (these are the most dangerous) or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn’t able to live without music. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feels a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irrelevant. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back. 

—  Martha Riveria Garrido
Οι μέρες που ανυπομονούσα να έρθουν πέρασαν, μα εγώ δεν πέρασα καλά.

Έχετε κοιτάξει ποτέ τον βραδινό ουρανό;
Το άπειρο.
Θα νιώσεις ο πιο πλήρης άνθρωπος.
Ή ο πιο κενός.

-ΕΜ.

Γιατί σε έχω δει και στα χειρότερα σου, μα ακόμη πίστευα πως είσαι ό,τι καλύτερο μου έχει συμβεί.

Just Breathe

“Just Breathe”

Whenever the pain is to much to bear
Whenever you’ve given all you can spare
When the sights in front of you are too gory to see
Remember to close your eyes and just breathe

Whenever your smoke rises to high
Whenever you think about wanting to die
Whenever you lose and drop to your knees
Stand up again and remember to breathe

Whenever you feel like you’re becoming undone
Whenever you feel like everyone is gone
After you lost all the blood you can bleed
Stitch yourself up again and remember to breathe

Whenever you’re lost and and can’t find direction
Whenever your shadow stops casting reflections
Whatever egg shells you broke beneath your feet
Buy a new carton and remember to breathe

Whenever you feel like there’s nothing left
Whenever you have days you want to forget                          
Whenever you feel like screaming in sheets
Lower your voice and remember to breathe

Nothing is ever as bad as it seems
And this sounds absurd coming from me
With the lives we lead, but I’ve already seen
Things aren’t as bad as long as you breathe