The Banquet Thief

myshoesuntied:

I told my friend Anne Marie that I could come up with a list of 36 poems everyone should read to rival Buzzfeed’s list, which was great, but I felt was missing a few important names. 36 names to be exact. Here are 36 heart-polishing poems. 36 atmosphere-shattering poems. 36 poems I love by 36…

DALTON. MY HEART.

IF THIS MOTHERFUCKING SONG CAME ON EVERY TIME I ENTERED A ROOM I WOULD NOT BE MAD.

williamjamespoetry:

April 19, 2014

MOSHPIT
after Jeremy Radin (bigradinmonster)

A.

This is blood-eyed madness unhinged & feral. This is a nest of vipers, fangs bared and glistening with death. This is the sound of machinery dying, the last rasping cries of sinners in the hands of an angry god. This is mania….

that i had anything whatsoever to do with the making of this poem fills me with the wildest honor. this is the most crucial blood-letting. jump in.

this is very exciting. i should lie down. i should take a tylenol. a glass tea. a bissel soup.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN’T

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN’T

31/60

POEM TO MY TWITTER CRUSH


“If this story is written only for myself, then so be it. But it doesn’t feel that way. I feel you out there, reader. This is the only kind of intimacy I’m comfortable with. Just the two of us, here in the dark.”

- Jeffrey Eugenides, “Middlesex”


Believe me, it’s better this way. Layers & layers

of code between us, the thickness 

of a country’s collective obsession with the fucks

it does not give. Board game nights are out 

of the question; I should have led with that.

Forgive me. Or don’t. I am a basket

of assholes curdling in the sun. This is not

going well, is it? Starting over:

Your eyes are exquisite. Your mouth is like 

a harp I want to rub my mouth all over. 

If there were such a thing as vampires, your neck 

would be a holy destination. What I mean is

it looks like there’s a lot of blood in it. Am I doing

this right? I’m flirting at you. Are you

flirting back at me? Thank God 

I can’t see you. I saw a waitress’s wrist once

& my eyeballs turned to ash. What are you

thinking about right now? I’m thinking about kissing

you & a little about banana pancakes & needing 

a job because both of my accounts

are overdrawn & I don’t want to live at my dad’s

house anymore. Are you touching yourself

right now? Me neither. I love my body

when I imagine it differently. Do you imagine

my body? I’m an actor & a writer living in a suburb

of Los Angeles. On Twitter it says I live at Arby’s

but that’s a joke. Sometimes I confuse

jokes with wishes. That was also a joke. I’m saying

I make stuff & when people love the stuff 

I make I pretend 

it means they love me. It is very important

that people love the stuff I make. Speaking 

of buffers, I haven’t been to the gym 

in a long time. FYI I’m a fat

person. My profile picture reflects this. Sometimes

people tell me I’m not as fat as I think I am

& it makes me feel invalidated. For years 

it was the only thing I worked at. I hate myself

when I think it makes me interesting. You probably

get that a lot. What do you think of me? I’ll wait -

not forever. That line was in an episode

of 30 Rock. If you like 30 Rock I know a terrific 

florist & I think the color scheme should be

translucent. Holy shit, I hope I’m not

freaking you out.I am not the kind of weird you are


probably afraid of. I am much, much 

worse. A remarkable woman 

loved me once & I have never forgiven her. I punish her 

in my dreams, chain her to my burning heart 

& feed her buckets of dead butterflies lol. Anyway

I’m thirty & single & terrified of your hands. Sometimes 

I sit alone in restaurants & imagine cutting

up a waffle for my future daughter.

Her name is Isabelle & she is four-and-a-half.

Her hair is frizzy 

& she wears little round glasses 

& I can’t imagine how she got there.

OH?

OH?

johnshavesfor-sherlock:

luxor1390:

Things that don’t exist 

The pineapple/owl though

THIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! ! ! ! !!!!!! ! !!!!! ! ! ! ! !   !  ! !  !!

A man opens his chest onstage.
From his chest
the animals come:
bison, grizzlies, eagles, wolves.
All made of light.
We are moving in the pit,
arms in the air, palms open,
wildness falling into our fingers.

Jeremy Radin, “With These Hands,” published in decomP (via bostonpoetryslam)

!!! <333

wolveswolves:

Photographer Lassi Rautiainen recently captured the profound partnership between a she-wolf and a brown bear in the wilds of northern Finland. For days, he witnessed the strange pair meet every evening to share food after a hard day of hunting. No one knows when or how this relationship was formed, “but it is certain that by now each of them needs the other.” 
(via la Republica, photo: IBERPRESS)

sorry gotta go guys my mom and dad and me are going to black angus for my bday

wolveswolves:

Photographer Lassi Rautiainen recently captured the profound partnership between a she-wolf and a brown bear in the wilds of northern Finland. For days, he witnessed the strange pair meet every evening to share food after a hard day of hunting. No one knows when or how this relationship was formed, “but it is certain that by now each of them needs the other.” 

(via la Republica, photo: IBERPRESS)

sorry gotta go guys my mom and dad and me are going to black angus for my bday