hungover slam poetry
…If there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure,
it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug,
leave me so fuckin’ broken,
there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights
I cried so hard
the stars died.
But I’m like,
Go ahead. I’m all yours.
— Wasabi by Andrea Gibson
Lover, I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest
now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I’m putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I’m putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
“
| — | Andrea Gibson, Maybe I Need You (via theedgeofnight) |
This life is gonna hit you hard, in the face. Wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you, is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
“
| — | “B” -Sarah Kay (via roxyfoxy1188) |
Still now, I send letters into space
Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down
And recognize you from the description in my poems,
And he will place a stack of them in your hands and tells you,
“There is a girl who still writes you
She doesn’t know… how not to.
Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down
And recognize you from the description in my poems,
And he will place a stack of them in your hands and tells you,
“There is a girl who still writes you
She doesn’t know… how not to.
“
| — | Sarah Kay, “Postcards” (via lovealwaysariel) |
i’ve got this moment
and no idea when it will end,
but every second of this life
is scripture.
and to know that, trust me,
we don’t need to be born
again.
“
| — | andrea gibson (via irejectconventionaltumblrurls) |
You can only fit so many words in a postcard.
Only so many in a phone call
Only so many into space
Before you forget that words are sometimes used
For things other than filling emptiness.
Only so many in a phone call
Only so many into space
Before you forget that words are sometimes used
For things other than filling emptiness.
“
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“Postcards” Sarah Kay (via furigs) |
