May 2011
57 posts
There's A Vendetta In My Beretta
poeticallyprofound:
There’s a vendetta in my beretta
A full clip of revenge
Bullets laced with hatred
Chamber housing lead
Barrel is aimed and steady
Trigger finger itch
The gun is only deadly
If I don’t happen to miss
But what if I told you it was suicide?
What if it was pressed against my head?
Who is it that truly dies?
Do you shoot yourself instead?
There’s a vendetta in my...
“I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness,
when I can’t see them.
I’m...”
– First Poem For You
Kim Addonizio
(via musingsofpoetry)
The Best Time of the Day
crashinglybeautiful:
Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But I do love these summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other times. The work finished for the day. And no one...
Blatantly Subtle
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
Subtle,
I am not.
Not to say
I’m incapable
Of gentle implications
To clandestine emissions.
I prefer blatancy.
I prefer blatancy,
To clandestine emissions
Of gentle implications.
I’m incapable,
Not to say
I am not
Subtle.
Workmens Composition: loosing sight →
workmenscomp:
please reassemble my heart. the pieces are in your purse. i dropped them there. with a lock of my hair. for your voodoo black magic. i’m not too intent on having it fixed anytime soon i am lost of you—already a loon love never lasts. it’s like shattering glass at 3000+ mph, we crack at…
Kite String Poems: The Center of the Universe →
shanerobitaille:
It wasn’t the Red Sox crushing the Yankees that I remember. I don’t even know what the score was. It was everything else that day. The scholarly way my grandfather spoke as he explained his complex baseball theories on the drive over. The way those creaky wooden seats felt as they seared the…
