October 2011
3 posts
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September 2011
7 posts
this is the most amazing thing i’ve seen in a long time. Not a poem but so much worth the watch.
August 2011
12 posts
Mannequins and Music notes: Things I Notice As I... →
I love best the men that remind Me of home. Know how to hold tightly Hands that are strong And knotted.
I love lips That will never Mouth the words Beautiful
Tongues that know Best the shape of cruel Words Whose teeth are caves
I love best wild beasts Of men. The kind who Do not believe in love
Men who wipe their Feet on the doormats of Broken homes. Who do Not believe in marriage.
I love the...
6 tags
impossible account (akin to nightmare someone such...
noxalio:
i claim every forlorn stretch of sand as mine. i gather shattered shells— tortured driftwood as twisted mementos for what i am now— bleached and naked as them, with neither bark as hide nor single vertebra still intact, ever since an autumn night you severed your strings to take to the sky— kite with endless tail fluttering on new found wings outstretched, gleaming goddess climbing, you...
July 2011
27 posts
Anonymous asked: Hey man. I just wanted to say as someone recently coming into spoken word, your blog is beyond inspirational. Dope videos. Keep it up, please!
Mumbles spits the first Amy Winehouse tribute poem i’ve heard.
I’m thinkin of writin one myself.
Doin a text post quote poem because I run this...
Long Distance By Jon Sands
“our limbs are their own tree trunks this makes us a forest and if we are a forest we are also the children who knife through our vines as if we are the long way home, the buzzsaw scraping away at our own pin-striped hips
our organs form a collection of water this makes us the ocean and if we are the ocean we are also the bullet hole coral tumbling with our...