i often repeat myself
and the second time’s a lie

i love you
i love you
see what i mean i don’t
…and i do

and i’m not talking about a girl i might be kissing on
i’m talking about this world i’m blissing on
and hating
at the exact same time
see life—-doesn’t rhyme

it’s bullets…and wind chimes
it’s lynchings…and birthday parties
it’s the rope that ties the noose
and the rope that hangs the backyard swing
it’s a boy about to take his life
and with the knife to his wrist
he’s thinking of only two things
his father’s fist
and his mother’s kiss
and he can’t stop crying

it’s wanting tonight to speak
the most honest poem i’ve ever spoken in my life
not knowing if that poem should bring you closer
to living or dying
drowning of flying
cause life doesn’t rhyme

last night i prayed myself to sleep
woke this morning
to find god’s obituary scrolled in tears on my sheets
then walked outside to hear my neighbor
erasing ten thousand years of hard labor
with a single note of his violin
and the sound of the traffic rang like a hymn
as the holiest leaf of autumn fell from a plastic tree limb
beautiful —-and ugly

like right now
i’m needing nothing more than for you to hug me
and if you do
i’m gonna scream like a caged bird
see…life doesn’t rhyme

sometimes love is a vulgar word
sometimes hate calls itself peace on the nightly news
i’ve heard saints preaching truths
that would have burned me at the stake
i’ve heard poets tellin lies that made me believe in heaven

sometimes i imagine hitler at seven years old
a paint brush in his hand at school
thinkin what color should i paint my soul

sometimes i remember myself
with track marks on my tongue
from shooting up convictions
that would have hung innocent men from trees
have you ever seen a mother falling to her knees
the day her son dies in a war she voted for

can you imagine how many gay teen-age lives were saved
the day matthew shepherd died

could there have been anything louder
than the noise inside his father’s head
when he begged the jury
please don’t take the lives of the men
who turned my son’s skull to powder
and i know nothing would make my family prouder
than giving up everything i believe in
still nothing keeps me believing
like the sound of my mother breathing

life doesn’t rhyme

it’s tasting your rapist’s breath
on the neck of a woman who loves you more
than anyone has loved you before
then feeling holy as jesus
beneath the hands of a one night stand
who’s calling somebody else’s name

it’s you never feelin more greedy
than when you’re handing out dollars to the needy
it’s my not eating meat for the last seven years
then seeing the kindest eyes i’ve ever seen in my life
on the face of a man with a branding iron in his hand
and a beat down baby calf wailing at his feet

it’s choking on your beliefs
it’s your worst sin saving your fucking life
it’s the devil’s knife carving holes into you soul
so angels will have a place to make their way inside

life doesn’t rhyme

still life is poetry —- not math
all the world’s a stage
but the stage is a meditation mat

you tilt your head back

you breathe
when your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks
and you pray for rain

and you teach your sons and daughters
there are sharks in the water

but the only way to survive
is to breathe deep

and dive

Andrea Gibson - Dive
thedailywhat:

Get Used To It Already of the Day: The Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco has asked that a guard employed through a private security company be reprimanded after he told a pair of lesbian patrons that they weren’t allowed to hold hands inside the museum.
As a crowd began to gather, the guard asked the couple to leave, but they refused, asking to speak “to somebody in authority.”
“The idea that in 2011, in San Francisco, at the Jewish Museum, this guard could be that out of touch was shocking,” said witness Jane Levikow, who was also at the museum with her partner.
Levikow made a point of noting that the incident took place at an exhibit dedicated to reflections on “the evolving public personae, lifestyle, and relationships” of well-known lesbian artist Gertrude Stein. 
[sfgate.]

thedailywhat:

Get Used To It Already of the Day: The Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco has asked that a guard employed through a private security company be reprimanded after he told a pair of lesbian patrons that they weren’t allowed to hold hands inside the museum.

As a crowd began to gather, the guard asked the couple to leave, but they refused, asking to speak “to somebody in authority.”

“The idea that in 2011, in San Francisco, at the Jewish Museum, this guard could be that out of touch was shocking,” said witness Jane Levikow, who was also at the museum with her partner.

Levikow made a point of noting that the incident took place at an exhibit dedicated to reflections on “the evolving public personae, lifestyle, and relationships” of well-known lesbian artist Gertrude Stein. 

[sfgate.]

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Burano (by fsa99999)

Can I live here? Please?

robot-heart:

Burano (by fsa99999)

Can I live here? Please?

This is what summer should look like.

This is what summer should look like.

As an English major and complete literature junkie, I should be ashamed of sparknoting Roots. But I’m not. Go figure, Dr. Swain.

So what do you think of your vagina? Could it rule countries? Is it worth Samurais fighting over? What about a joust? Do you think knights would fight for your honor? Hail to the V!

All Hail the Mighty Vagina! « Vagina « Body (via edencafe)

No one needs to fight for my honor. My vagina’s mere existence is honor, and only I can take credit for it.

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edencafe:

Asking those we love for ANYTHING can be problematic. Our culture encourages us to be independent, self-made islands unto ourselves. We are each doing it our way and win or lose, we wear our failures and successes as testament to our personal worth or lack thereof. (via Asking for What You Want « Communication « Health)

edencafe:

Asking those we love for ANYTHING can be problematic. Our culture encourages us to be independent, self-made islands unto ourselves. We are each doing it our way and win or lose, we wear our failures and successes as testament to our personal worth or lack thereof. (via Asking for What You Want « Communication « Health)

I’m allowed to have a piss ass day every now and then.

I’m allowed to have a piss ass day every now and then.

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experiencethewarmth:allthingsalishan:erinnicole:rhondalynn:

The story of my life.

This has never happened to me. Never.
Bahahah, totally do this.

robot-heart:

experiencethewarmth:allthingsalishan:erinnicole:rhondalynn:

The story of my life.

This has never happened to me. Never.

Bahahah, totally do this.

Commencement (Vonnegut)

“Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.”