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"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because..."

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 06:48:00 +0200

“

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”

because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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- (via coeur-s)

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Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:05:43 +0100

I dare you to kiss me- then let me go. -Cobra (1925)

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:05:20 +0100

I dare you to kiss me- then let me go.

-Cobra (1925)

theniftyfifties: Gene Kelly and Vera Ellen hoofing it in...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 05:42:15 +0100

theniftyfifties:

Gene Kelly and Vera Ellen hoofing it in ‘Slaughter on Tenth Avenue’, 1957.

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Fri, 01 Feb 2013 10:20:20 +0100

billykidd: Decaying flower was shot by Billy Kidd.

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 22:01:51 +0100

billykidd:

Decaying flower was shot by Billy Kidd.

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queenlila: 3 ways: DIY dreamcatchers (by boatpeoplevintage)

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 20:29:31 +0100

queenlila:

3 ways: DIY dreamcatchers (by boatpeoplevintage)

yoforbes: Lee Jeffries

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 20:24:56 +0100

yoforbes:

Lee Jeffries

nevver: Magritte

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 20:22:51 +0100

nevver:

Magritte

50 Collective Nouns

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 07:14:03 +0100

50 Collective Nouns:

nevver:

Business of Ferrets

Labor of Moles

Mustering of Storks

Shrewdness of Apes

Gam of Whales

Smack of Jellyfish

Host of Angels

Fusillade of Bullets

A Baptism of Fire

Quiver of Arrows

Tissue of lies

Murder of Crows

Unkindness of Ravens

Dule of Doves

Clowder, Cluster, or Clutter of Cats

Kindle of Kittens

Mute of Hounds

Pass of Asses

Ostentation of Peacocks

Team of Ducks (when flying)

Paddling of Ducks (when on water)

Trip of Goats

Sloth, or Sleuth, of Bears

Charm of Finches

Hill of Beans

String of Ponies

Hand of Bananas

College of Cardinals

Shock of Corn

Band of Men

Knot of Toads

Wedge of Swans (when flying)

Parliament of Owls

Superfluity of Nuns

Abominable Sight of Monks

Untruth of Summoners

Doctrine of Doctors

Damning of Jurors

Sentence of Judges

A Rascal of Boys

A Gaggle of Women

A Gaggle of Gossips

An Impatience of Wives

A Tabernacle of Bakers

A Poverty of Pipers

A Fighting of Beggars

A Neverthriving of Jugglers

A Herd of Harlots

A Worship of Writers

Hastiness of Cooks

more

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Out of Love - a poem by Karina Koot

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 19:15:00 +0100

I looked in through your windows
into your honest truth.
You never saw me watch you
do the things you do.

You never felt
my gaze
you never sensed
me near
I looked in through your windows
You never saw me, dear.

I came in through your doorway
in, past your useless locks
You shouldn’t shut me out, sweet
I won’t and can’t be stopped.

I touched your
dirty laundry
I took off both
my gloves
I came in through your doorway
I did it out of love.

I slept under your bed, babe
I listened to you sleep
I shared your dreams tonight, love
that promise I did keep.

You didn’t sense
my presence
you didn’t hear
my voice
I slept under your bed, babe
I never had a choice.

wandrlust: Motel, Raton, New Mexico, 1980 — Steve Fitch

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 19:02:36 +0100

wandrlust:

Motel, Raton, New Mexico, 1980 — Steve Fitch

ryandonato: Samantha Keely Smith

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 23:05:07 +0100

ryandonato:

Samantha Keely Smith