“A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.”
—Andrea Gibson
June 2013
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May 2013
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April 2013
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“
I’m wasted, losing time
I’m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we’re not right
In the darkness I will meet my creators
and they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator
I should go now quietly
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
where all my layers can become reeds
all my limbs can become trees
all my children can become me
what a mess I leave
to follow
March 2013
1 post
“Love is selfish
Love goes tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick
Love knows Jesus
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges” —Hair to the Ferris Wheel, Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
Love goes tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick
Love knows Jesus
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges” —Hair to the Ferris Wheel, Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
February 2013
5 posts
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
—Crush (Richard Siken)
“You were not only the essence of that
moment
but of all my moments up to then
yet there was nothing
I could tell you.” —Charles Bukowski
moment
but of all my moments up to then
yet there was nothing
I could tell you.” —Charles Bukowski
“I am writing this
In order to lose you” —
In order to lose you” —
January 2013
5 posts
she said
you will never be let down
by anyone
more than you will be let down
by the one
you love most in the world
it’s how gravity works
it’s why they call it “falling”
it’s why the truth
is harder to tell
every year
you have more
to lose
but you can choose
to bury your past
in the garden
beside the tulips
water it
until it’s so alive
it lets go
and you belong to yourself
again
you belong to yourself
again
“And when I saw your body,
I haven’t let it go,
it’s planted in my living room it’s everywhere I go
and I am a slave to your body
like stones that hold me down,
velvet in the closet, soft and cold in the dark
And I am a slave to your body,
go on and put me on the shelf,
‘cuz when I think about you
I am covered in myself” —
I haven’t let it go,
it’s planted in my living room it’s everywhere I go
and I am a slave to your body
like stones that hold me down,
velvet in the closet, soft and cold in the dark
And I am a slave to your body,
go on and put me on the shelf,
‘cuz when I think about you
I am covered in myself” —
Tyler Pendleton
My brother is brilliant and beautiful.
December 2012
6 posts
November 2012
16 posts
Play
“And I am wrong more often than I am writing
And even then, I am often wrong” —“How It Ends”, Andrea Gibson
And even then, I am often wrong” —“How It Ends”, Andrea Gibson
Unfinished Love Poem For Tom Waits
We were nothing if not traintracks
Every part of the journey
going nowhere at all
We were nothing if not stuck in
ground
Moving until losing hurt far less
Moving until exit ramps were just that
Sloped and
easy and
free
But I was your surrogate set of lungs
Your stomach was my bedroom
Hipbone windowsills
We were bodies for the sake of living in
Bodies for the sake of limbing in
Bodies for the sake of tongue
We were
We were
Nothing if not a fire escape from
Every window without edge
Every room we’d burned down
Buildingsides longcarrides
Parkinglots forgetmenots
The world above your bellybutton
O, vertical world that loved us all along
We never lifted our chins
For the first train of morning
We weren’t prepared for the quaking track
We weren’t
We weren’t
Strawberry Swing
Frank Ocean
“say hello
and say farewell
to the places you
know”
October 2012
6 posts
tomorrow
It all happened like garbage
standard birds and paperbags
newspapers and magazines.
it was all very thirty-percent
shut, but some people just
get it right away. if not
now, then sometime soon
like tomorrow morning
when we’ll search between
the dots on the hands of
God and people taller
than me. Search: like
a house, like access to
other floors, like fruit
and flavors.
like: see you tomorrow,
pink with freedom, wine
and forgetting.
like see you tomorrow
dirty and secure:
like family, like windows,
like garbage, like a bird
flaps
its
wings.
Andrea Gibson: CASSEROLE →
andrewgibby.tumblr.com
You were never sure about me.
You watched all my pick up lines drop things.
But I don’t play that game anymore.
I spend all of my time learning to bake casseroles
in case the neighbors get sick,
and I’ve already hung all my secrets on the clothesline.
You can look out the…
September 2012
2 posts
August 2012
5 posts
Listen
to learn (v.) :
that it will be alright.
you could be full
doing a thing
that you yourself
did not know
before
pleasure.
suppose
you know
trouble.
something cold
and
needless and wrong
slowly
you know
alone and nowhere;
never as anything else but
completely shaken
home
is
this uncalculated
uncomfortable pattern
and
you
could be full of
house and
day and everything.
become clouded
become terrific
sky and shining
bodies close together
in the street below.
lay in the blood
and
nerves
and
numbness
meet
love
always new
and
a little
destroyed
it’s
not enough
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
- pretending nothing ever happened
“Because paper has more patience than people.”
—Anne Frank (via vanished)
