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21. Female. California. UC Santa Cruz. Amateur Poet. Professional Introvert. Let's Talk.
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I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. - Andrea Gibson
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For Eli - Andrea Gibson
Eli came back from Iraqand tattooed a teddy bear onto the inside of his wrist.Above that a medic with and IV bag,above that an angelbut Eli says the teddy bear won’t live.And I know I don’t know but I say, “I know.”‘Cause Eli’s only twenty-four and I’ve never seen eyesfurther away from childhood than his,eyes old with a wisdomhe knows I’d rather not have.Eli’s mother traces a teddy bear onto the inside of my armand says, “Not all casualties come home in body bags.”And I swear,I’d spend the rest of my life writing nothingbut the word light at the end of this tunnelif I could find the fucking tunnelI’d write nothing but white flags.Read more -
A Snapshot of My Brain/Life →
This is the place where I post most of the poetry that I write.
FYI: I am no Andrea Gibson or Lauren Zuniga but I like to think that I have at least some talent.
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Andrea Gibson…
could you be any more perfect?
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when the time comes
to love yourself well
it takes a good solid month
to stop crying
about everything
you have to let go
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“Live. Live. Live”
“You- you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.
Raising your bright against the bitter dark
Your bright longing
Your brilliant fists of loss
If the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,
My god that’s plenty
My god that’s enough
My god that is so so much for the light to give
Each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over
‘Live’
‘Live’
‘Live’” - Andrea GibsonThe poem that this little excerpt is from will never be simply just a poem. It is so much more than that. Now I can’t read or listen to it without a flood of tears falling from my eyes.
Thank you Andrea Gibson. For your honest words. For your brave heart. For all of the brilliant poems that you write. For the brilliance that has yet to come. For everything that you are and everything that you are not.
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Happy Birthday Andrea Gibson!
At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon
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and beating up boys who dreamed of becoming astronauts.
I fought with my knuckles white as stars,
and left bruises the shape of Salem.
There are things we know by heart,
and things we don’t.
At 13 my friend Jen tried to teach me how to blow rings of smoke.
I’d watch the nicotine rising from her lips like halos,
but I could never make dying beautiful.
The sky didn’t fill with colors the night I convinced myself
veins are kite strings you can only cut free.
I suppose I love this life,
in spite of my clenched fist. -
“Ashes” - Andrea Gibson
** love the hair!! **
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dream..
Last night i had the most random dream.
I was lying next to Andrea Gibson and we
were talking about her next show and then
we started laughing. It felt so real and it felt
like we had been friends for years.If only this
could be turned into reality… my life would be
complete.
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