A Certain Type of Decisive

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Message to Readers

A little bird isn't a blimp, so you should be able to tell the difference when we run into your glass house. Throwing stones is easier than skipping them, keep that in mind every time you try to hold your breath.


March 24, 2019


    I painted today.
    Faces I've never seen.
    Well, besides inside my dreams.
    They say it doesn't work like that.
    I ask how someone can have so many teeth.
    I painted today.
    And the colors trace up my arm.
    Less smudged than the paper.
    The hanging garden left me with a green thumb.
    The fire left me bleeding.

    I painted today.
    I didn't think until it was over.
    You don't look at the word until you write it.
    Left panting from the pain of pent up pints of purple paint in the rain.
    It a different set of rules than writing.  

    I painted today.
    But I'm not painting anymore.
    I tried to leave my ideas back on the easel,
    But they're harder to wash off than the paint.



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  • Currently Unavailable

    Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

    7 months ago
  • Loser

    I like the simple repetition of the first line.

    9 months ago
  • Dani A. Remlap

    I'm officially obsessed with your writing

    over 1 year ago
  • loveletterstosappho

    simultaneously so simple and so powerful; not the type of powerful where it feels like a punch to the gut, but the type of powerful where the words seem to enter you quietly, then leave behind a sense of awe, a sense of something more. extremely well written. amazing work!

    over 1 year ago