Every day of my life

All I want to do is photograph every single day, watch the sunset from rooftops and

drink ridiculous amounts of coffee.

I want to paint something beautiful, visit museums and stand on historical landmarks.

I want to be amazed by live music, read romantic novels and watch beautiful films.

Everyday of my life I want to dance and see oceans, architecture, and people.

I want to get on a bus that will take me places far away where I can breath an air that’s

different, cleaner, from anywhere I’ve been.

I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

Basically, I just want to crawl into your lap. Your arms around me, I don't mind. Brush your fingers through my hair, I don't care.

Basically, you make me want to cry. Because in your arms...I think I'd feel alright.

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

johnny flynn poetry

It was a busy year for death
She crept about the palace.
And we had poor defence
And she had little malice
A gentle touch put here -
A sad and curt embrace.
A wooden kiss enough
To put them in their place.
And where my father went
Is not now common knowledge;
The inventory was lent
To some old Cambridge college.
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn't free.
And Krishna's conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
Solomon's song unsung
And prayers are called too soon.
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.

All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That's stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He'll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

-Frank O’Hara

subordinate feelings i cast aside

DOWN MY BACK

DOWN MY TRACK

DOWN MY BACK, DOWN MY TRACK.

Poetry in Motion

WAYWARD SOUL.

"Adventure is worthwhile in itself."- Amelia Earhart

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Underside of my mind

There's a fire, do you feel that too?

And I dreamt that my soul rose unexpectedly and looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly

I miss old parts of me connected to everything and everyone that made me feel something permanently there and unforgettable. I miss one day ago. I miss complete strangers and strange places. I miss old dreams. I miss you six weeks ago. I miss us months ago. I miss every year ago. And If I had you next to me, I'd miss you already.

I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home