Green Eyes

“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.”

-Sufjan Stevens

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark, as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

-Sylvia Plath

Staredown of the century just happened with a guy with his head turned completely around while driving. Agh!

I hear You say,
My love is over, it’s underneath
It’s inside, it’s in between
The times you doubt Me, when you can’t feel.
The times that you question, ‘Is this for real? ‘
The times you’re broken, the times that you mend
The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend
Well, My love is over, it’s underneath
It’s inside, it’s in between
These times you’re healing, and when your heart breaks
The times that you feel like you’re falling from grace
The times you’re hurting, the times that you heal
The times you go hungry and are tempted to steal
The times of confusion, in chaos and pain
I’m there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame
I’m there through your heartache, I’m there in the storm
My love I will keep you, by My pow’r alone
I don’t care where you fall, where you have been
I’ll never forsake you, My love never ends
It never ends.”

-Tenth Avenue North

“(i do not know what it is about you that closes 
and opens; only something in me understands 
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) 
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

-e.e. cummings

what can i say? i’ve been on a poetry trip lately.