Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

8.18.2014

Outro

dear paris,

i would've stitched our hearts together like the lips of the damned
if it could've helped anything.
i'd've kissed you like you were more than just my muse,
but i needed to taste heaven before committing to hell.
(there was nothing less innocent than our love.
your black and white tendencies
were always more enticing than a technicolor alpine,
and your hands were always more thrilling.)

all good things must come to an end, though, paris,
and you...
you were the best thing.

mama tells me it's time to go now.
i know you won't wait,
but i'll be seeing you.
watching.
waiting.
writing.
i'm coming back to you,
someday.
someday.



i'm leaving the way i came,
pessimistically and with a journey weighing heavily
on my mind and
on my back.


goodbye, paris.





with a measure of corrupted love,



--alis priddy



7.24.2014

rep

watercolor eyes bleed through to page 8
mama shakes her head
good refrigerator magnets are hard to come by these days

eighteen year old blood pumps the same as sixteen
even if the brain works the river
not the ocean

running water
running
running

behind your ears
between your lips
against your palms
smiles

falling
falling
falling

by the side of the road
stepped on like leaves

under three year old shoes

washed down the gutter

washing
washing
washing

clutching death like a bottle

watching
watching
watching

bare feet that are better in the rain
clothes that are better on the hanger

watch me hit the ground

sixteen didn't know it
sixteen smiled through the sun
sixteen laughed like the aspens

shit
shit
shit

third person hurts
second person quits
first person can't smell the blood

scratch the skin
until you find what you're looking for

can't
can't
can't

don't feed me the clouds

still
still
still

watch the sky

/
/
/

wait for the angels



--erin



7.08.2014

Paris is better than me at hide & seek

Give me a muse and I'll sing like the stars
but this poster of Paris
can't compare to reality
because
smoke and
dust and
love and
life
will always equal more there
than it does here

because I can bring Paris to Provo
but that doesn't mean 
it
still
wants
me

--Erin