23.1.13

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  • Mashka Gallant


    Found this poem online, it describes things quite well 


    “I wish I was a photograph
    tucked into the corners of your wallet
    I wish I was a photograph
    you carried like a future in your back pocket
    I wish I was that face you show to strangers
    when they ask you where you come from
    I wish I was that someone that you come from
    every time you get there
    and when you get there
    I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
    and postcards saying
    wish you were here
    I wish you were here
    autumn is the hardest season
    the leaves are all falling
    and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
    and the trees are naked and lonely
    I keep trying to tell them
    new leaves will come around in the spring
    but you can’t tell trees those things
    they’re like me they just stand there
    and don’t listen

    I wish you were here
    I’ve been missing you like crazy
    I’ve been hazy eyed
    staring at the bottom of my glass again
    thinking of that time when it was so full
    it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
    or sticking straws into the center of the sun
    and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
    the bullets from our guns

    I never meant to fire you know
    I know you never meant to fire love
    I know we never meant to hurt each other
    now the sky clicks from black to blue
    and dusk looks like a bruise
    I’ve been wrapping one night stands
    around my body like wedding bands
    but none of them fit in the morning
    they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
    and all that lingers is the scent of you
    I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
    all the wishes in the world would come true
    do you remember

    do you remember the night I told you
    I’ve never seen anything more perfect than
    than snow falling in the glow of a street light
    electricity bowing to nature
    mind bowing to heartbeat
    this is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
    I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
    like children love recess bells
    I still hear the sound of you
    and think of playgrounds
    where outcasts who stutter
    beneath braces and bruises and acne
    are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
    are never gonna grow up to be happy
    I think of happy when I think of you

    so wherever you are I hope you’re happy
    I really do
    I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
    I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
    I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
    I hope there’s a kite in your hand
    that’s flying all the way up to orion
    and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
    I hope you’re smiling
    like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
    cause I might be naked and lonely
    shaking branches for bones
    but I’m still time zones away
    from who I was the day before we met
    you were the first mile
    where my heart broke a sweat
    and I wish you were here
    I wish you’d never left
    but mostly I wish you well
    I wish you my very very best”
    — Photograph, by Andrea Gibson


      • Mashka Gallant


        Ugh, it huuuuuuuuuuuuurts.
        But at least I can always think of these things fondly.
        But it's all so true, she even knows about pockets.
        • Bryan Shelton

          lol
          i should make you a little action figure
          • Mashka Gallant

            That would be so perfect.
            • Bryan Shelton

              yeah, i gotta be up early toot. workin at my mom's office tomorrow.
              • Mashka Gallant


                It has to include a realistic mustache and chest hair, though.
                And hair so I can scratch your head.
                And a memory foam booty.
                • Bryan Shelton

                  i didn't get the job i'm just working there tomorrow
                  but i'll text you in the morning
                  • Mashka Gallant

                    Ohz, you didn't :c okay, well good night, Fruityz.
                    • Bryan Shelton

                      hopefully i'll get it. but i'm doing some unrelated work in the same office tomorrow.
                      good night toot. we'll talk tomorrow.
                      • Mashka Gallant

                        Okay, well good luck, talk to you tomorrowz
                        • Bryan Shelton


                          no, i just haven't heard yet
                          that was a nice poem, thanks.
                          • Bryan Shelton

                            good thing to read right before bed. hopefully my dreams will be as beautiful.
                            Good night.
                            • Mashka Gallant

                              Aw, Toots, I'll try and meet you in them. Night.

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