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Lunar*

I watched the stars tonight;

I did,
I did.

I saw the sun earlier
but he held his distance;
a celestialite holding
the dust away.

The moon bounces
tonight.

Satellites are wavering
underneath the eclipse.

O!

If only I could be here to see it —
or you
or Saturn
or a forgotten Pluto.

Anonymous asked: A mermaid kisses you good night xo

And I have been put to sleep. <3

mightyflynn:

Harold Ramis
August 24, 2006
Wrigley Field
Chicago, Illinois
Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty

mightyflynn:

Harold Ramis

August 24, 2006

Wrigley Field

Chicago, Illinois

Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty

Moonlight

Darkness covers my every step
yet every print I leave
(sodden, smashed)
stays covered with a memory
of a place I held dear—
a house amongst the trees;
a home I never wished to leave.

The whisk and swish of these
barely born shrubs
stand side-by-side with my
very own conscious stride.

If only I could find
some kind of beat;
some kind of raincoat;
some kind of sentimentally
falling, illuminating night
that could pick me up
and clear my sight.

I could glare into the sun—
that sphere of magnitude
that stands in the sky alone—

I could peer into Jupiter
and watch as the storm
rages into Poe’s forlorn;

I could stare at Saturn—
its rings ever twisting
and pulsating mystery.

But what I really desire is the moon.
O! How it shines!
The light radiates as if it is nursing
something more;
something stronger than itself;
something…more.

It may be just a moon
but the white light it casts
broadcasts the colors
of those living in the black.

There was one day in particular that I saw a face in the waves.  No, it wasn’t your face, but it was similar.  It was a face with an actual face; a face that showed that waves are more caring than the emotions bottled inside of myself.


Matt tagged me in this and I’m not completely sure what the rules are.  Therefore, I’ll answer for myself and tag a couple other people to answer the same.  Sounds fun!

  • what form of punctuation would hang above your bed?
        …
  • what is your favorite breakfast cereal?
        Cap’n Crunch.  No berries.
  • if there was going to be a movie about your life, who would you want to play you? your best friend?
        Probably Charlie Hunnam or Ryan Gosling.  They’re both much more badass than me, though.
  • what piece of writing are you most proud of?
        Hmmm…myself? This.  From another?  Nathaniel Philbrick — “In the Heart of the Ocean”
  • what is your favorite lyric from your favorite song?
        I have a multitude of “favorite songs” but I love this lyric:

                           I think this year I’ve lost more than I’ve found.
                          It spun me ‘round and knocked me down and dragged                            me out.
                        But no matter how I find myself falling in around 
                       You’ve been my sore eyes and solid ground.

                                    — Make Do And Mend - “St. Anne

  • if you could have any author/writer give you a piece of advice, which author/writer would you want to hear it from?
        Either W.H. Auden or Brian Lumley.
  • what would the first chapter of your autobiography be called?
        “Eaten Alive”
  • who would you thank in an acceptance speech for an award?
        My mother, father, dog (Hank), and a special someone I           won’t mention publicly.
  • what book, poem, story, etc. has affected you the most in life?
        Herman Melville — “Moby-Dick”
  • if you woke up tomorrow in a different country, which country would it be?
         Hopefully the United States because that’s where I fell asleep.

I tag: deliciousinterludes & jayarrarr

Anonymous asked: can you write me a terza rima? I am in need of ideas and you are so good at it. It doesn't have to be too long, just nine lines or more (or less, you'd already be helping a bunch) it's just that you are my favorite poet and i am look up to you for ideas!

Dearest anon,

I will link you to this post.

Please do not use this work outside of tumblr (i.e. in classes or workshops) without properly giving credit to the original author (a.k.a. me).  That is called plagiarism.  Not only is it unkind, it is also illegal.

Thanks so much and enjoy!

Macy

eternallycoilingserpent:

     I was stranded in the city, intoxicated, with no ride home. I had just left one of the most popular bars in town and was standing outside when a group of obnoxiously drunk college students stumbled out of the door. ”Test me, you punk bitch!” one of them shouted. They all had obviously gone over their limit and were in no means fit to drive a car home. I sat down on the curb and watched as they continued their shenanigans in the middle of the street. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see who was there and immediately stood to my feet. She was about five-foot-three, blonde hair, blue eyes.

“Excuse me,” she said politely, ”can I trouble you for a lighter?”

“Of course,” I replied. I handed over my lighter with no hesitation.

“I don’t normally smoke,” she said, “but I need one if I’m riding home with those idiots.”

“Are those your friends?”

“Yes. They’re normally very nice guys but they get out of hand sometimes. My apologies if they said anything rude to you. Don’t take it personal.”

     She had a gleam in her eyes unlike any that I had seen before and her smile lit up the sidewalks better than the streetlights did. Her beauty was completely mind-blowing.

“I’m Macy,” she stated as she held out her hand, “it is nice to meet you. Who are you here with?”

“I was here with some friends but they left earlier and never came back to get me. I’m currently trying to find a cab or wait for someone I know to walk out of the bar. My phone is completely dead.”

“I’m so sorry. I would totally give you a ride if I didn’t ride here with those losers tonight,” looking over her shoulder to the drunkies in the road who were still playing like children.

“That’s okay,” I said, “I’m a bit out of the way. I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

“You said your phone is dead? I accidentally left mine at home. Do you have a pen?”

“No. Why?”

“I would give you my number but we both know that neither one of us would be able to remember if we told each other.”

“Very true,” I said.

“How about this,” she exclaimed, “since we will probably never see each other again, tell me something about yourself. Don’t be shy. Go ahead and spill it.”

“Okay. I’m lonely. I have very few friends and I wish I could meet a girl that is as sweet as you someday. You have one of the most breathtaking smiles I have ever had the privilege to lay my eyes upon.”

     To this, she blushed. Her cheeks turned a magenta red and she smiled as she looked towards the ground. At this point, her friends who were cavorting in the street had started to get in a car at the end of the road. She saw them, but did not take after.

“You are very sweet,” she said, “you deserve someone just as so.”

“Will they leave you?” I inquired.

“No, they will come around. Go ahead, it is your turn now. Ask me something about myself.”

“Alright,” I replied, “tell me something about yourself.”

     She looked me directly in the eyes and her face lost all expression. The white of her smile fell behind her lips.

“I don’t love him. He hits me and tells me I’m ugly.”

     I was completely blown away. I watched as tears began to form in her eyes but, just before I could say anything, a car rolled up and started blaring its horn. The driver side window rolled down and the man driving yelled “Macy! Get in the fucking car! It’s time to leave! Quit fucking dicking around!”

     She looked at me one last time and I could see how unhappy she was.

“Bye, it was nice meeting you. Who knows, maybe we’ll meet again.”

     She slowly walked to the car and got in the backseat with the drunken mob of hooligans.

“Who the fuck was that?!” I could hear as the car peeled away.

     I walked down to Main Street after our conversation concluded and found a taxi that could give me a ride home. As soon as I arrived, I went to my kitchen, poured myself a whiskey on the rocks, and lied down in my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My mind was racing at a million miles a minute and the last thing she told me kept repeating itself over and over again.

     I woke up the next morning with the news still playing on the television. They were highlighting the great plays that happened in the baseball games the day before. I rolled back over in my bed in hopes to fall back asleep when I heard from the TV: ”Five college students from Brierton, MA were pronounced dead earlier this morning when their car was found on the bank of Cape Pond. More on this at 5.”

     I shot up out of my bed and immediately grabbed my computer. I logged into the news website and found the article. ”Five Brierton teens were involved in a serious car wreck late last night when the car veered off the road, careening through a guard rail and onto the bank of Cape Pond. Investigators say that three were pronounced dead at the scene while two others passed away this morning after being sent to intensive care. The victims were Troy Helman, Joshua Gold, Marcus Feltz, James Baylor, and Macy Davis, all of Brierton, MA. Toxicologist reports state that alcohol was involved and there are no known witnesses of the accident.”

     My eyes immediately teared up and I fell back onto my bed, crying uncontrollably. Why this affected me so much, I do not know. I barely knew the girl; we had only spoken for a whole three minutes. The trauma did not leave me for weeks - I thought about her and that glamorous smile every night when I would fall asleep.

     Three years passed since the accident. I had moved to Gloucester with my brother, a commercial fisherman captain who needed some help. He told me that there was money in it for me, free housing, the sea, and lots of fish. I loved every one of those things and didn’t hesitate moving in with him. We went out on many voyages and I was having the time of my life doing what I was doing.

     One morning, I received a phone call from my brother telling me to come down to the docks. He said that he had a big surprise for me and needed some assistance with it. I pulled up to the dock and made my way to my brother, who stood at the very end.

“What is it you wanted to show me?” I asked.

“This,” he said, and pointed his finger towards a brand new boat.

“How did you get the money to afford that?!”

“I’ve been saving up,” he said. ”I wanted to surprise you.”

     The boat was beautiful. It had a light blue hull with a yellow pinstripe painted all the way down its body. The rest of it was white - pearl white.

“I only need one thing from you,” my brother stated.

“What’s that?”

“A name.”

     I took no time at all in answering.

“Macy,” I said. ”Let’s name it Macy.”

     I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Macy, eh? I like that. Macy it is.”

Footprints

eternallycoilingserpent:

Each fallen foot leaves a print in the sand
Each fallen grain blankets the once-was hole
Even truest impressions will not stand
But each one enacts an enduring role

The memories held in each, pure and straight
As long as the engraving made in light
For each one that a lone person creates
Holds a uniqueness until out of sight

May all of them wash away, do let slip
The stamp only prevails temporary
Memory is not able to be stripped
But footprints are when the strong wind carries

The mind holds pictures of events so dear
When the matrix blows away, do not fear

Beakhead

eternallycoilingserpent:

Unabashed, unbitten, and self-preserved —

A sheep in wolf’s clothing,
gently cradled in the nematocysts
of the heaven’s man o’ war.

Ankles continuing to crack and bend
amongst the stepping stones
leading to the estuary of compelling thought
brought not only the sounds of decay
but also strong feelings of empathy.

For without a path,
what is a journey?

And without a journey,
what is a path?

These creeds that dictate lifestyle
are not chiseled into stone
or knapped into flint,
so why do we bow to them
as if they are law?

Forests call our names
and oceans bear our life’s coat of arms
so, for once, we must see
that encasing ourselves within
the boundaries of a falsely created world
is not just the wrong path
but also the wrong journey.

Maps the Forest Once Drew Me

I once travelled down a road
filled with skeletons of my past
ripping at the last of their flesh
and placing it into photographs
deemed flame-retardant.

Along the way I drew a map
of the trees dying underneath snow
and paths I had yet to discover
under blankets of forgotten memories.

I fell into a sweet, somber slumber
with a veil of white covering my eyes—
these ghosts I now pronounce allies.

The lights of nebulas set me straight;
straight on the trail to find my tears.

I’m here— (I’m home now)— But am I?

Beakhead

Unabashed, unbitten, and self-preserved —

A sheep in wolf’s clothing,
gently cradled in the nematocysts
of the heaven’s man o’ war.

Ankles continuing to crack and bend
amongst the stepping stones
leading to the estuary of compelling thought
brought not only the sounds of decay
but also strong feelings of empathy.

For without a path,
what is a journey?

And without a journey,
what is a path?

These creeds that dictate lifestyle
are not chiseled into stone
or knapped into flint,
so why do we bow to them
as if they are law?

Forests call our names
and oceans bear our life’s coat of arms
so, for once, we must see
that encasing ourselves within
the boundaries of a falsely created world
is not just the wrong path
but also the wrong journey.

Truth.

raisethecurve asked: Once you get this you have to say 5 good things about yourself & send it to ten of your favorite followers! Spread the love! :)

Oh lord. Thanks Matt. I don’t really do these things but, um, seeing as I’m drinking shots…I’ll give it a shot.

1. I like my persona. I’m a very tolerable person and feel as if I get along with just about everyone. I’m very approachable and easy to talk to. I don’t push my tastes on other people and I generally keep any controversial opinions I may have to myself.

2. I like my height. I’m pretty tall (6’3”) which makes concerts and other stand-up events awesome. Sorry to the people who have to stand behind me — blame science.

3. I like my problem-solving abilities. I’m deceptively good with puzzles.

4. I like the people I choose to hang out with/be around. I generally stay away from people who give me strange vibes and I try my best to incorporate myself with people who can keep me in good mental health.

5. My beard. It’s pretty good.