Naked Poetry

What does this say of me: That Death Requiems are my favorite things to hear, that the photographs I choose to worship are those with their eyes closed, that when Andrew Warhola printed suicide, l listened. Prepared to respond- and will spend my life responding to beauty.

I never knew if you wanted to be the river, or just be touched by one. You have the eyes of a holder. Obsessing over pulse you turn Over and kiss me and I think together we rival reverse symmetry and that we should write treaties with lighter fluid and smash rubies with passion, the reddest kind, because we are far from any Place. You Are The Story That started in my ease— Out towards the soul That keeps me Open I want to be the one to close you. Union in Albuquerque, or Toledo, Or dead winter walking On snow we cried I want to be the final stitch in your cell division sunrise It’s not my fault you have boundaries. If only I could get you to sing this curse out of me. This chemical curse sparks the tremble in me. Whimpering Whispering sounds are vowels, too Please, won’t you pardon my layers, I just need the fall. The ground grinds me red and I hope from above To finally be something that Requires no love It’s not my fault you’re afraid of madness.

the tears fell in tandem I watched after the mirror and decided to say something about them, here...

just me reporting to you alive with love, all love

random musings / responding to beauty, clarity, and the love of Life.

life is a handful two, if you’re of luck one hundred winters give or take a tree. i miss college skin — i miss my college skin wrists and risks nineteen years of music wrapped 'round the lake night runs in the rain lime green beats left, right left, right never felt pain sealed my sorrow somehow i miss my collagen. all the music unaccounted for remembering all the ways you used to remember dismembering the days I miss my collagen. I miss my college skin. —————————— life is a handful two, if you’re of luck one hundred winters give or take a tree. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

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crush turned cold turned wife turned bold turned whisper --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support

Original music from the week --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support

I didn’t lose it until I left… --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

Love or love? --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

Letter 14 --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

Confessional from my upcoming book --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

I don't feel as lost as I did before recording this episode. Sometimes we just need to hear a few words in a certain order that truly helps us feel brand new. I know I do. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support

Free-falling In the purity of sound --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

Reporting to you alive with love, all love. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support

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