"Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and...
Eduardo Galeano, “The Nobodies”
eyesofsiul asked: You have twitter? Follow me @ EyesofSiul I always follow back! Dope blog btw! Much love, peace.
I Want The Kind of Love
that can be mastered, and learned and taught and gathered, and kept, and given away. The kind that strips itself of its own layers to lie cold with me.
Drunken Freewrite (11/27/11) Safia's Brib
I guess there are few ways to actually be inside of your body. Try the afternoon that left you in its starving wake, the sky purple in lieu of how simple the truth is… Or, the woman that will love you regardless of how steady your gaze is… Your body, this grand muscle, is not a reason to prefer the braggadocios - the man with the spilled hurt, the love with no exit. No. You...
Anonymous asked: I used to be in love with you...
“Just chat de wid yuh’ friend gyal and...
freshprinceofbeijing asked: I know its not a question, but more than a definite answer to god. His question was to me "Is Kamone beautiful?" and I say "Yes she definitely is and im blessed to have her on my Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, and most importantly my life <3"
Much love to the fallen bodies and their constant...
- Much love to the whispers they leave behind. - Much love to what we will make of them.
taneshad asked: lol what does :) <3 mean?
hieuminhbeing asked: Do you remember sitting on the bench in the courtyard and being creeps?... Staring into peoples windows n' shit. Yeah.... that happened.
Talk to me!
I am a litany of continents on a map written for islands, or a pinched voice, or the day the Rabbi dropped my name during blessing for the child, or the magic of a heart that drowned its patient horse. The room you walked out of became another hour that would later suspend a mountain. I am unabashedly angry at how easily I interrupt myself. I am enough. Enough. I am large enough to hoard all of my...
Rules Of Reciprocity
The afternoon of your birth The crows came with their heavy wings To claim you. It was the birth of a gapless song, a sonnet We whispered in fresh Pulp; The emergence of a new Pulse means we are all New again In a world that is not our own. In yours, the renaissance begins As a wick on an indigo bridge, It is the wick of any word willing To see itself synonymous with joy ie: The night is...
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Anonymous asked: If you ever need someone to make your day, just ask.
Anonymous asked: The great thing about going anonymous is making people you love smile from a distance. You might never know who the person actually is, but it doesn't really matter. What matters, is that someone is saying it.
Anonymous asked: I will love you till the earth shatters, and when we are nothing but STAR dust I will pray to your constellation.
Anonymous asked: is my syntax/diction still that obvious hahah?
Anonymous asked: you make me want to be a better human being.
Obama 1st term is about to be up and I know niggs that have been locked up since...– My brother
Anonymous asked: You are lightning. Never apologize for who you are and the energy you strike up in other people. I am so lucky to know you.
When I Realized I Didn't Love You
I coughed to hear my chest rattle. This old beating must’ve taken to stale the moment I gave it away. But here I am now, stupid with mastering my own opera — grieving for the haughty chimney I willed my body to be — so easily dismayed in wake of the shiny things. I let you steal into me; know that I am dishonest. Know that your desire to still me was a toast made to the...