Ali Jo

i never really liked

my name 

much

until i found out 

what it tastes like 

when you sigh it 

into my

mouth

(Source: oceanicforest, via proseandkhans)

There are moments
in this ten second life
that fill you with every ounce of joy
the feeling pulsates through your veins
and every hair stands on end
Even the reverb of tonation
makes you feel truly immortal

Despite my spiteful resistance
money still rules everything around me
I tried to gather my paper
I did a dance in the moonlight to make it rain
always, it seems there are hands
reaching from every dark corner
to make fingers slip in all my pockets
take it
take it away, you greedy bastards
Only the best poets rode traincars
cause they gave all their dimes
to liquid infatuation
They didn’t want them anyway
for their pockets were laden with holes
and words
Each letter worth more
than your fucking pennies

How do you write epics
like a poem about the life and death of Lincoln
or the transit of Venus?
It seems like I’m stuck on the feeling of a kiss
or men I love
I hate 
I miss
How do I move beyond this?
I’ll take drugs
open wide my iris
open to the universe
and experimental mists
interplanetary travel
and existential crisis
learn mysteries
or maybe I’ll grow up and have babies
feel a life within me
is that free?
or I’ll trap myself at sea
alive and free
floating into a never-ending blue

Did you ever rise from that deep sleep

realize you had a dark dream

the pictures are gone

yet the feeling still stings?

I never hated you more

than that night 

you

at my door

tequila on your lips

your hands on my face

eyes on my hips

your love lies

in the space

between your thighs

the thing i remember

the thing i regret

how happy i was

and all you do is forget

and repress

I awoke to the scent of flowers and a stream of moonlight through my eyes.