polillafea: so, for my new poetry class we had to think of our favourite and least favourite words.. we put everyone’s on the board then the class picked 9 of them and we would write a poem incorporating the words. what everyone chose was moist, procrastinate, periwinkle, forest, cipher, boom, tinkle, malarkey, and blunt. these are the stupidest words ever and im like UGH. what the fuck is malarkey ew. we also had to include at least one “cliché” expression. this is what i have come up with.
to be blunt
there is nothing i hate
more than moist hem lines on jeans.
(except maybe the word ‘malarkey’)
i know i’m short
and the deepest puddles
always seem to find me
when i’m not paying attention
but how am i supposed to sit
on my periwinkle sheets with
wet jeans pressing on the
back of my thighs.
imprints just begging to give
some smartass kid the chance to ask
‘did ya tinkle in your pants?’
but if you’re into questions
if a tree falls in the forest
and no one is around carving
lovestuck ciphers and bullshit
into the trunk (that’s just
minding it’s own goddamn business)
does it still make a sound?
a sonic boom?
do the initials cling like
lips once did?
the last second
before the dial tone.
i’ve been procrastinating hating you.
but when it rains, it pours.
Stars | Your Ex-Lover is Dead
"when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
Egon Schiele, Zwei sich umarmende Frauen, 1911.
“The picture must radiate light, the bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from outside.” - Schiele
Scarlett Johansson (wearing an Alexander Mcqueen dress) for Vanity Fair, shot by Mario Sorrenti
i can’t get over how perfect she is.
film inspiration: Jean-Luc Godard’s Pierrot Le Fou, 1965.
Neil Young, Harvest Moon
one of my favourite songs ever. my mom and dad used to listen & dance to it.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you are really strong, and you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.
"when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
Bridget Marie Badore.
Photographer, art teacher, cat lady &
twenty-something living/working in
Brooklyn by way of Syracuse, New York.
School of Visual Arts BFA photo grad.