c-haricature:

When I write I spill ink
across every blank
surface I find

I would rather pour
or spurt, or gush—
just anything but 
spill, which implies
I am capable of 
nothing more than
knocking over a 
half empty glass 
of milk.

floating

flythevinyl:

i’ve never been homeless.
that’s to say, i’ve never slept on concrete
or had my pick of the countless lawn gnomes
of suburbia to rest my head against,
away from the light of a campfire
and a scary story to tease my eyes shut.

but if someone were to ask me,
sweetheart, where is your home?
a cab driver with an open window,
or perhaps a caring stranger,
his coat pockets lined with tissues,
i still wouldn’t quite know how to answer.

—kk

aspergerhamburgerhamhamburglar:

I would give you my heart,
   but I’m germaphobic.

I don’t trust your hands,
    I’m sorry.

                            (I’m sorry,
                                  I just don’t trust myself)

I’m sick of being sick
   of being sick of being sick
        of being sick of being me.

I’m nothing but an alter-ego
to your dreams.

Crack my mind open with your laugh
and you’ll drown in confusion.

Peel back my eyelids
and you’ll have all the answers you need 
                                                                 
                                                      (but never wanted)

thatsgoldbaby:

Deny anyone their greatest love
And watch them become a great poet

“lists: my fears”

thevaulthunter:

(alternate title — “my greatest weaknesses for you to exploit”)

1. clowns
this is unfounded
I had a really great experience
with a lady clown, once
but it doesn’t matter now
every time I see one
my throat closes up
and I don’t know why

2. the ocean terrifies me
I’m not sure if it’s a fear of drowning
or a fear of the monsters lurking
just beneath the surface
or both

again this is unfounded
I was never scared as a kid
even after almost being taken
by the sea

3. demons, particularly incubi
even if I don’t believe in god,
a part of me will always believe in
evil

4. losing my mommom, losing my
brother, losing my husband,
losing my pets

in any way possible

5. losing my mind

6. letting anything or anyone
keep me from living
so I’m going to swim with sharks in
june
and I will always love the circus
demons may have kept me awake
once, but I usually sleep just fine
even without taking up god
I can’t prevent losing my loves
or my mind, but I guess
if I weren’t afraid of losing anything
I’d be pretty lost myself
so that’s something

I don’t know if I’ll ever
not
be afraid, but I hope that day
never comes
the only way to be fearless is to have
nothing to lose
and that would be a sad
sad day

— josie beecher, may 2013

I’m not in my right mind -
I don’t think I’ve been 
inside my ‘right mind’
for quite some time 
   maybe tiptoed around it 
   and took an elevator ride 
   through….
but always back 
to my ‘wrong mind’
   I’ve learned I like it better 
sometimes their wrong is 
my right
sometimes I want to map out my brain.