Poetry : Shit

Wet socks Pants Shirt Jacket It feels nice to hitch out of the rain and beat the anxiety filled...

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:53:21 -0700

Wet socks
Pants
Shirt
Jacket

It feels nice to hitch out of the rain and beat the anxiety filled truck stop sleeping nights out of recent memory in to gold played past

Folk Music

Sun, 12 May 2013 04:11:03 -0700

Folk Music:

mydizzies:

Marcus just released a beautiful album. If you dig folk music you really should listen to it!

This is the music I make and stuff.

I though Dead Poet’s Society was a trite piece of crap. I mean, look at how these poor, upper...

Wed, 08 May 2013 07:59:52 -0700

I though Dead Poet’s Society was a trite piece of crap. I mean, look at how these poor, upper class, white boys struggle to express themselves! Oh dear, look how oppressed they are in their prestigious boarding school, funded by their parents and given every tool they could need to become successful! Let’s cheer them on as they stick it to the man by reading poetry and doing performance arts!
Please. How about a story about real oppressed people who find self empowerment?

Me going to the store

Tue, 07 May 2013 05:49:14 -0700

Me going to the store

tinyspotescampcorvallo: maxcapacity: Digital Emotion - Go Go...

Tue, 07 May 2013 05:48:00 -0700

tinyspotescampcorvallo:

maxcapacity:

Digital Emotion - Go Go Yellow Screen

This is the beautifulest song I ever fucking heard. It’s got tuned synth-toms and octaves and everything.

One day fowwo, we gon space disco dis whole planet

tinyspotescampcorvallo: Sometimes I get blackout drunk and do...

Tue, 07 May 2013 04:24:52 -0700

tinyspotescampcorvallo:

Sometimes I get blackout drunk and do productive things. Also apparently I’m drunk enough that I wrote ‘camp’ twice in the title. Cool.

Best ending ever

I’ve had my heart beating fast Like it has somewhere to go Someone to see Something to...

Sun, 05 May 2013 06:07:58 -0700

I’ve had my heart beating fast
Like it has somewhere to go
Someone to see
Something to catch,

I don’t know why,
Maybe it’s too much coffee or a
Relentless anxiety problem
Or some specter of heredity looming over me, glaring and gnashing its’ teeth

I want to be at peace but the further I learn of life the more I see that it is constant war and constant peace, and this is no paradox, it is simply how it is

xdroox: toinfinityandbeyonce: me on my way to steal your...

Sun, 05 May 2013 01:13:16 -0700

xdroox:

toinfinityandbeyonce:

me on my way to steal your man

“In case of an emergency this airplane is designed with 8 exits located around you.”

I watched this gif for about 3 minutes straight. I’m not sure if there are better things in life than this.

aidensimon: takemetoponyisland: Part of the “femmes with...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:37:39 -0700

aidensimon:

takemetoponyisland:

Part of the “femmes with chainsaws” photo series.

I just moaned.

yuuuup

montereybayaquarium: Did you know that we’re one of the main...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:29:00 -0700

montereybayaquarium:

Did you know that we’re one of the main rehabilitation sites for shorebirds in northern California?

We just received our first snowy plover eggs of the season! Three eggs came from Oceano Dunes State Park after being abandoned for two days. They’re in an incubator, and may hatch soon behind the scenes!

Learn how we’re helping save snowy plovers.

Bernard! Look! It’s a Snowy Plover!

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 04:01:23 -0700

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

dondero sings songs that echo off the back of my ears and fill up the roomof a large french manor,...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 23:49:41 -0700

dondero sings songs that echo off the back of my ears and fill up the room
of a large french manor, miles from anywhere
or anyone

when i wake echoes bounce inside my skull
asking inconvenient questions, bribing me to get out of bed

why wouldn’t i rise of my own volition?
why is it always something that draws me out?

i can dream in broken french about a love that i long for and translate my words for her into...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:57:00 -0700

i can dream in broken french about a love that i long for and translate my words for her into andaluz chants
and yet they fall back on me and tell me of my own faintness of heart and shortness of breath
they tell me I want love but that love is a terrifying thing with power to create and destroy
like some hindi goddess poised to strike me dead with an amorous limb

i wrote a song about your eyes being like the sky
and yet I have never seen them
and your soul, la luna en sus cursos,
but i don’t know who you are
where you are
when you are

i dwell on the all enveloping fear that makes me scream at my friends
and hide myself in a cage of words and walls and rain
and perpetuate a state of nervous breakdown
“the fear the fear the fear,”
that song has such deep significance to me,
because I know how easy it is, to end up stuck

Photo

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 04:49:42 -0700

Tomorrow is 4/20 and I have no form of acquiring...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 09:05:52 -0700

Tomorrow is 4/20 and I have no form of acquiring weed.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

it hurt when i realized what i’d done to myself how i’d spent so long, feeling guilty to...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 04:21:54 -0700

it hurt when i realized what i’d done to myself

how i’d spent so long, feeling guilty to care about myself

and that i could never love someone else if i didn’t love myself

mychemicalromancefanfiction: i play drums in this band. this is...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 08:59:00 -0700

mychemicalromancefanfiction:

i play drums in this band. this is out first show, and the bass is too loud, and things are a rough, but you should check it out, because i think we did a good job! PNW emo. (3rd song is for you torrance <3)

oh my fuck i miss you guys you are the best please record this because I may never see you play live.

Things

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 04:42:51 -0700

i dont have a lot of feelings sometimes
sometimes I really dont give a fuck
not a single fuck
about you,
about bombings, about myself
about emotions, about anything.
I’m scared of this.

I sometimes cant find the line between what is unacceptable and what I am just being discontent about. I feel as if I’ll never be content, even surrounded by the things I need.
Why am I broken?

blackenednaturemelodies: rainwood: Indigenous people of Brazil...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 23:49:42 -0700

blackenednaturemelodies:

rainwood:

Indigenous people of Brazil trying to prevent their eviction from an old indigenous museum which they have been living in for the past 7 years.

On March 22nd all of the inhabitants and their supporters were forcibly removed or arrested.

The building is being destroyed to make a parking lot :(

this makes me angry and sad.

like solomon seeking out the works of mankindi have primarily found vanity in most thingsand came to...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 22:59:55 -0700

like solomon seeking out the works of mankind
i have primarily found vanity in most things
and came to the same conclusion
to live your life happy upon the earth
fill your days with love and loved ones
for the grave swallows you up quickly
and you shall never see this world again