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“It is not birth, marriage, or death, but gastrulation which is truly the most important time in your life.” 

-Lewis Wolpert
  • Mood: Tired
tomorrow i am sure
will be full of
a lot of things
we've been through
before. but

i want to fuck you the way
that i yell at you
i want to touch you the way
that i beat my head into
a concrete wall because i was feenin' and
you made it easy to be mad.

i don't want to cry until after.
i want to put my hands on both your shoulders and
slide them against your skin. it will come off
if i rub too hard.
you walk around,
thinking that no one will be able to tell what
you are underneath but i know what
you are underneath.
you are a slimy little sweetheart
i meant it before and i mean it now
i just wish you'd quit trying to be so goddamn tough all the time

but i can play tough too.
i want to look in your eyes the whole time
and they won't be surrendered to the sweet eye fog that sentimental sex makes,
i will be sharp
i will be the hawk
you are the snake
i'm going to fucking
eat you
anticipating tomorrow
shit uh just so you see how much of a liar i am because tomorrow will be the opposite of this

i hate the people who say 'jesus saves'
on their shirts or on their bracelets
or on their blogs or on their faces.
i hate the people that jesus actually
saves and all i want to do is call you
up and tell you how much i want to fuck you,
and how wrong i know that is, and how much
i don't care, and how much i think about it
when i'm fucking myself, and how long it's been
since passion has owned me-
my passion is untapped, hanging loosely,
flowing bluely under my skin.
what is needed is a small scratch,
a tiny prick, a sharp slap-
it would flow and
belong to you.
i want to be provoked.
i want to be reminded of the unbridled
fury that was flowing through me always,
i want to be reminded that
i feel nothing.

i need your body to purge my body
so it remembers how to hate itself,
because even that's not as bad.
on being scattered
i don't know so don't ask
i am tired
of romanticized notions
of the romantic in poems

has robert frost gone

how is disguising
the beauty of one thing
with another telling the truth at all?
it really
beauty then, if it's
hidden beneath layers of caked up made up make up

why would you cover it,
if it's beauty, after all?


your hands
are black around the edges
and on the tips

you wipe them on
the front of your pants

sweat beads at your temple and
swims down your cheek,

the machine hums under you,
uneven bursts of engine speak

your tongue grips the corner
of your mouth and i ask
you to tell me the
things that you
know about.

you grunt, "mmhmm"
barely hear me,
i smile nonetheless.

we have become so
familiar that it is beautiful
to see you consumed by something else,
to see you where you grow
outside of me.

you put things together,
you take them apart-
study the pieces carefully.
turn them over in your hands-
you are capable of filling
space with images in your head, and i am not.

you are a fix
all for every kind of problem-
you can fix the hole in my wall,
you know what holds
the house up.
i make a fuss of the colors,
and the placement of the china
on the shelves.
but you know, you know
that every piece of ugly wooden frame
is strategically placed, and
that this is the quiet strength
that holds the whole damn thing together.

you are not concerned
with frills or the appearance of things.

all this schooling, all this education
on the nature of nature itself,
and still you are smarter
than i could ever hope to be.

your passion runs
deeper than mine
and that is why it is seen less often.
this is a good thing, you know.

i tell you all the time,
you know what it is
to be a man.
the quiet strength that holds us together
comes straight from you. i wish that i could explain to you in a way that makes sense how much you teach me and how much i admire you and look up to you. it's hard to explain, it's just that quiet strength inside of you that touches all things you do. even when you break
Because science killed me
why am I a biology major 
  • Mood: Tired
“It is not birth, marriage, or death, but gastrulation which is truly the most important time in your life.” 

-Lewis Wolpert
  • Mood: Tired

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vanessAAHH Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
UnspecifiedUnknown sent me a link to your profile and I have been favoriting your poetry ever since.
diddlyhohum Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
ah yes, she's mentioned you quite a few times, saying how i would love your work. embarrassed to say i have yet to look, but then again i rarely use this site anymore. checking you out soon, i promise :heart:
and thanks so much for stopping by to read!
vanessAAHH Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh wow, did she? I am surprised, I don't think my work is really something to be spread around haha and don't feel embarrassed about not having read any, I won't take it personally or judge your character for it ha, (:
Good to see that even though you might not use this site much anymore that you at least still take the time to post new word art!
MatieuCanadaWilliams Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Your pieces are always so beautiful, I admire your writing talent and am always blown away by your words.

I hope you're having a nice day/night!
diddlyhohum Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
oh wow thank you. I'm having a great evening, hope you are/will too :)
Carmalain7 Featured By Owner May 5, 2014
I'm not sure how you stumbled upon it, but thank you so much for the favorite on Ghosts on Magnetic Tape. To have someone of your prowess and who has been such a creative inspiration for so many to go out of their way to indicate that something of mine was worth reading is truly a great honor.

Thank you.
diddlyhohum Featured By Owner May 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
i don't remember exactly who's/what poem i was reading yesterday, but one of your comments seemed particularly interesting to me so I briefly visited your page and favorited that poem, with the hopes that i would remember to visit your page again when finals hell is over and i have time to actually read again. i don't read/do anything on here very much anymore, but when someone catches my eye it's hard to look away. it's refreshing to find new artists on here that i can enjoy, since so many of my favorites have slowly been slipping away. all of my all time favorite writers from this website are no longer active, save 1 or 2 out of a little handful.

keep up the good word, hopefully you'll be hearing more from me soon! (oh my god i accidentally typed word instead of work but it's just so punny i have to leave it. forgive me, i'm loopy from lack of sleep.)

Carmalain7 Featured By Owner May 7, 2014
I've been there, Finals Hell is no fun. Get some good rest no matter how unconducive it might feel. Above all else, remember that it's only a fleeting moment in time and, no matter how important it might feel, it is but a speck in your timeline and one you'll never revisit. You'll always be given opportunities to transcend that moment in your life. I know you probably know all those things already, but sometimes it's nice to hear things even when you know them.

:blush: But yes, I can't possibly thank you enough for all the kind words. Whilst I've only been on dA less than half the time you have, I definitely am beginning to  understand where you are coming from. Nothing lasts forever, but it's difficult to see a source of inspiration and joy move on. I think there is enough talent here on dA that, if you have the time, you can always find those worth dedicating the time to, but it's certainly not easy.

But yes, fair miss, I shall certainly do my very darnedest to keep that good word up, if just to encourage you to be more present. ;p
I very much look forward to hearing from you, I'm excited to see what other joyful puns you and I may stumble into.

All the best with all things, and good luck with the beginning - the very poorly named 'finals'. I know you'll do just fine.
annabellem Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2014  Student Writer
thanks for joining LitCritiques! be sure to read About Us or feel free to ask me if you have any questions! <3
BlueSoulGreenMind Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2014
I miss your prose I remember a story about two characters: jade and Johnny. I was always curious if you'd ever expand on that story.
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