This is probably one of my absolute favorite photo of Azmarie.
I am done holding my tongue like a bible. There is too much war in every verse of our silence.
“
| — | Andrea Gibson (via tumbledryhigh) |
Seize the days, the days, or the years will seize them,
leaving just the link of a burnt-out lightbulb
with a shard of filament left inside that
ticks when it’s shaken.
Fix the days in words and the years will seize them
anyway: a bracket of dates, an out-of-
print book, story nobody told, rooms locked and
phone disconnected…
—Marilyn Hacker, from “Dusk:July”
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Alone by Pagoda
And so I’m here now, I used to be there
It was before that I was unhappy
Now I’m just numb…
And now I can’t leave
I just sit in my room
With only cigarettes to kill my time
I’ll be fine, I’ll be alright
One more day off my life
On more niche to chisel in the wall
I won’t fall
I’ll keep on breathing in spite of you
Like love was something I never knew
And you can spite me too
Cause I don’t wanna see nobody
I don’t wanna hear nobody
I don’t wanna take nobody home with me tonight
You think it’s funny, I have nobody
Somebody to hold my crummy hand
I’m alone
No ring ring to infect my phone
Nobody’s calling, no one’s home
Except silence and her lovely lovely tone
I swear I’m alone
I’ll just sit here in my hotel room
I’ll just sit here in my rented tomb
I’ll just sit, enjoy the view
I’ll just sit and watch the world go
always comes back to this
