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Dec 2014 M Eastman

Song

Dec 2014 M Eastman

Edgar Allan Poe

Song

I saw thee on thy bridal day—
  When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
  The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light
  (Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
  Of Loveliness could see.

That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame—
  As such it well may pass—
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
  In the breast of him, alas!

Who saw thee on that bridal day,
  When that deep blush would come o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
  The world all love before thee.

Dec 2014 M Eastman

My Addictions

Dec 2014 M Eastman

Greyson Fay

My Addictions

myaddiction

I'm addicted to love.
And
I'm addicted to blond hair.
And
the color blue.
and
I'm addicted to the smell of smoke.
And
I'm addicted to the way I feel around you.
And
I'm addicted to green eyes.
And
Im addicted to sunshine.
And
warmth.
I'm addicted to sadness.
And
I'm addicted to hiding.

But most of all.

*I'm addicted to being alone.

#myaddiction

Dec 2014 M Eastman

My Body Is A Garden

Dec 2014 M Eastman

Sky

My Body Is A Garden

My body is a garden, but that does not mean I'm flourishing.

A tight cluster of pale white peonies
hold together something beautiful
but what a **** shame it’s so fragile

Because there’s a hell lot more.
Those peonies are only a layer
to the millions of roses underneath,
and above a field of scattered poppy seeds

a dash of meadow rue shows how I fell down
and maybe just maybe seeping through
a gorgeous burgundy zantedeschia
will sprout from my wrist if I happen to fall apart.

Purple velvet petunias are blooming
under my eyes and my lips are full and
cracked as a fringed tulip. My eyes,
a deep blue barlow as if it meant anything.

Of course know that I have described
myself as a pretty little bouquet
Don’t I feel beautiful now?
Or is it only masking the truth with
some pretty little words?

My body may be a garden, but that does not mean I'm flourishing.

Not everything is what it seems

#sad #depression #flowers #beauty #skin #deep #irony

Dec 2014 M Eastman

You know you're in a slump when 10W

Dec 2014 M Eastman

Sjr1000

You know you're in a slump when 10W

You open
the
fortune cookie
and
there is
nothing
inside

At a lowest lowest time this actually happened, proving once again there is no fiction greater than truth

Dec 2014 M Eastman

compromise

Dec 2014 M Eastman

lauren

compromise

i will stop writing poetry like a eulogy when you start making me feel alive

Dec 2014 M Eastman

do not date a girl who writes

Dec 2014 M Eastman

Natalie

do not date a girl who writes

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Dec 2014 M Eastman

19

Dec 2014 M Eastman

r

19

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain

some things don't change.

r ~ 11/30/14

Hey, Son. :)