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Poetry/Prose - Matthew Pasquarello.
Boston Bruins / Boston Red Sox / New York Rangers
New Bedford, Massachusetts
kik: mthwp


i’m a tower,
burn
me
down.

—six word poem 7/29/14

  • girl: babe come over
  • boy: I can't I'm having a threesome with an older couple
  • girl: my parents aren't home
  • boy: I know

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smalltownthrowdown

daylight burns. 

the sun crashes on
the shores of the atlantic,
and we watch
the seagulls against the sky
screaming

murder

while writing conscious thoughts in the sand
for the tide to suck up and it’ll remember and
we will forget

beththatsall

there is no art inside me.
there are just rabid dogs
too tired to keep biting and there
are just birds with broken wings
sitting in the grass
waiting for the old cat to finally
have his triumph before
god finds his old bones in the dirt.

there is no song inside me.
there are just tired days and
incomplete dreams, there are just
sad women who once loved me but
who probably aren’t sad anymore,
wherever they are.

there is no poetry inside me.
there are just the stale winds of
near-forgotten memories and
stains on the pale kitchen wall
from where i forgot to put the
lid on my sadness.

thegoddessonfire

sometimes
when the
fight is far from over and
the sand is stained
with typewriter ink, and
writer’s block is winning, and
the porch light flickers, and
the neighbors watch sitcoms
loud
until three am, and there’s
only three beers left
in the fridge that barely keeps
anything cold,

sometimes,
when the fight is far from over
and
we are staring at our ugly bodies
naked in the mirror
imagining blood dripping from
the wrists,
we keep on going at least for a
little while,
at least to see the end as it
really is,
without filters or smoke or mirrors,
without fiction or opinion.

and that is when the
beginning starts.

kyo-kitty143

SHINE A LIGHT ON SADDENED DREAMS AND THERE ARE GLOWING EYES IN THE TREES SURROUNDING THIS HOUSE AND FOR QUITE SOME TIME THE SINK HAS BEEN LEAKING AND I AM GOING INSANE AND ONCE IN A WHILE
THERE’S A FEW BIRDS ON THE WINDOWSILL TALKING THE STOCK MARKET OR WHERE I HAVE BEEN (IN BED MOSTLY)
AND THEY PITY ME
AND THEY GO SOUTH FOR THE WINTER AND COME BACK WITH GOOD STORIES AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL SAD BECAUSE
I HAVEN’T LEFT BED MUCH
AND I HOPE TO
SEE THE WORLD LIKE THEM SOMEDAY

coldicehotwater

the radio plays soothing static
for blind bats in attics above
poets’ apartments,
where they pay the rent
late every time and they
break their hands every night
on keyboards made of
nothing at all.

for us?

for them,

for the birds, the dogs, the thieves,
for the paperboys, for the
weak, and for me.

THE ONLY WAY TO KNOW ME IS ON THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

  • (Pick a destination on this European road trip- or more, if you like it)
  • Amsterdam: Do people think you are a complete "alien"?
  • Athens: Are you a perfectionist?
  • Belgrade: Tell me about the nicknames people give you.
  • Berlin: How often can you get everything you really want?
  • Bratislava: Tell me about the book of your life.
  • Brussels: Do you use many different languages in a same sentence?
  • Bucharest: Have you ever put someone in the Friend Zone?
  • Budapest: Have you ever been put in the Friend Zone?
  • Copenhagen: Have you ever kissed or been kissed by a complete stranger?
  • Dublin: Have you ever drunk to forget something and/or someone?
  • Helsinki: Imagine you have to choose between love and your greatest goal in life. What would be your choice?
  • Kiev: Have you ever felt hurt by words that cut your heart more than a knife could ever do?
  • Lisbon: Have you ever felt you were - absolutely - born in the wrong country?
  • Ljubljana: Have you ever been mistaken by someone else?
  • London: More sense or more sensibility?
  • Luxembourg: Have you ever deeply regretted something you done (and I really mean DEEPLY)?
  • Madrid: Which talents you don't have and you really would love to have?
  • Moscow: Are you able you sleep well every night?
  • Nicosia: How often do you fall into a state of procrastination?
  • Oslo: What would give you absolute peace of mind?
  • Paris: Are you afraid of falling in love (in general or for a specific person)?
  • Podgorica: Would you die for what you believe?
  • Prague: Are you a jealous person?
  • Reykjavik: If you had to choose a country in the World to live forever and ever, which one it would be?
  • Riga: Would you take and publish a selfie if someone asked you to?
  • Rome: Have you ever experienced undeniable and true love in any form?
  • Sarajevo: How far would you go for the ones you love?
  • Skopje: What was the sweetest thing anyone called you?
  • Sofia: Have you ever been a victim of any form of prejudice?
  • Stockholm: Have you ever felt that you were an inspiration for someone else?
  • Tallinn: What was the strangest rumour you heard about yourself?
  • Tirana: Do you consider yourself a sexy person?
  • Valletta: Have you ever had a car or bike accident?
  • Vienna: Choose a song to define your life and explain it.
  • Vilnius: Would you change your nationality if you had the chance?
  • Warsaw: Have you ever suffered a depression?
  • Zagreb: Have you ever gave your heart to someone who did not deserve it at all?
  • Zurich: How important is money in your life?
  • NOWHERE FAST: Don´t ask me absolutely anything. Tell – tell me what you think about the person that owns this Tumblr.

i’m starting Breaking Bad at the beginning again

Gonna open a bar entitled “King Jameson’s”

I love when people vaguely complain on Facebook , do they really think they convinced us they’re not simply looking for attention
“I am so done with this”
“I can’t do this anymore…”

i wanna teach a college class on the mythology and structure of horror films entitles “Hannibal Lectures”

I.

i ate a handful of moths today. they are making my stomach smell like an old woman’s closet. i don’t feel good. i feel sick. i plummet to the bottom of the couch and sleep with my back injected with coiled springs. i like to watch Anchorman three times a week while drinking a gallon of milk.

II.

i count electric sheep while trying to fall into a dream-world. it blows my mind to witness this earth sinking into the marsh behind boston’s skyscrapers. i like pillow-talk. it’s lovely.

(Source: matthew-pasquarello)