Niceteethv - Freedom & Healing

(my favorite) ways to say i love you

you’re really something, aren’t you

come here

sit next to me?

you’re my favorite

i was just thinking about you

i notice you all the time

here, i made this for you

this song reminds me of you

if you do it, i’ll do it

i miss you so much

i wish i had known you sooner

you’re warm

Lockdown, quarantine whatever it may be you'd like to call it teaches me what I know but refuse to accept, that there are so many ways to be lonely besides the particular way I am lonely...

i don't dance anymore

not like i used to

life gave me a love to dance

then took away the reason

j.c.g

My lover had a lover

oh it wasn’t fun

but I loved him like no other

oh it wasn’t fun

wasted time is pure golden

in the red eye of the beholder

Take my hand because I can’t see

all the things I let you do to me

counting tears as they fall up

I’m upside down, and totally fucked

I won’t dare let you let me down

for you made me a fool, a goddamn clown

Just playing the cards I was dealt.  What else can you do?

Bottlecap Press

Temporary Preparations, by Max Stone

Poetry, chapbook, 28 pages, from Bottlecap Features. Temporary Preparations grapples with tensions and anxieties that are both in the intern

From Max Stone's chapbook, Temporary Preparations, available from Bottlecap Press!

In my persona

Cracks

Through these

My lungs breath

I don't think you selfish for leaving me when I needed you

I don't think you're selfish for trying to preserve your sanity

You must really like broken things I concluded

Why break me

Your arms, anyone's arms

Can they mend porcelain

Can they mend me

2018.04.22

like a little lost sputnik 

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Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

Ah that motherfucker, there she is, what a bitch