"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"

Mary Oliver (via observando)

(via thisbeastiegirl)

Star Child


See the monolith

And leap into a star gate

To be immortal.



(via thugful)

bourbon words

see, i’m a plodding kind of poet

mark maker moving at a mosey 
collect ingredients on the daily
and keep a hefty inventory

see, this stuff takes time to distill

mixture takes particular temperature
and gradual pressure tempering

see, crafting is a waiting game

little tidbits for the sour mash
slow stirred cauldron methodic

boiled down eventual trickle 
single batch and barrel aged
vaulted, set aside to settle 

poured short to savor (neat)
tiny sips for flavor
a touch of pleasant heat 

see, it tastes better without the hurry

"But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via iamlamour)

(via birthmark-poetry)


by Chloe Feldman Emison


by Chloe Feldman Emison

less than chess

we are but pawns to a pawn
if those lowly pieces were kings

and held dominion 
over a board
of their own

odd angles the only means of attack

a game within a game
of limited movement and 
sacrificial duty

our mock monarchs 
in the shadows
of titanic rooks 

serving a grander master unseen

vying themselves 
for advancement
gambling we 
their humble 
insular ranks

stratagems unravel beyond
our traversing capacity

and the war rages on
outside the few squares
we will ever know

the instigators

spied signs of cruelty
awful gawker hoping trouble brews

egging on ambivalence 
and ambulance pursuit

wicked want for catalyst
negates bystander status

where mentality of savages
adds to collective animus

a grandstand of 
barbarian brutes

scavengers plucking 
gutterblood news

waiting for a ruckus to 
satisfy a gruesome avarice

of ambiguous malice
and concentric damages

i’d love to use this medium for meaningful conversation.