“If it was important, they would have said stat.
If that person doesn’t need a heart tracing, they probably didn’t make it.
I don’t really understand your job.
I think I would like a heart tracing.”-from “Night Shifts” by leah horlick
If I could cremate my thoughts for enlightenment
I’d light the match to my ear
Hear my mind blow up and listen
The heat might burn the hate change my face
Give me intent to be intense
And not lose sight though eyes will burn out
Let my intuition lead me north
These people manipulate, and my senses might deceive me,
Then all I hear is their smiles when my downfall is received
As I burn
Giving light to a dark mind
“A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end.” —Robert Graves
Portrait by Mati Klarwei.
Also, why can’t i be a slam poet.
They are amazing.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
