Atlas Goes Globetrotting
shattered shoulders; we mix earth with water, sink limbs into runny clay it is melancholy, it is anger, it is resentment, it is longing ~a poetry collection~
shattered shoulders; we mix earth with water, sink limbs into runny clay it is melancholy, it is anger, it is resentment, it is longing ~a poetry collection~
i just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addiction, sex, sh.
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
"In a sense, we are all crashing to our death from the top story of our birth to the flat stones of the churchyard and wondering with an immortal Alice in Wonderland at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles -- no matter the imminent peril -- these asides of the spirit... are the highest...
❝ i live for these four A.M. conversations about everything and nothing, these moments when we can talk or not and just smoke a cigarette to feel okay ❞ in which a lost soul finds someone a little more lost, in order to feel found. a romance of philosophy and scattered conversations
mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
jus cant shake u
from the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
hush, is what she told me during a long road trip. i was quite ancy in my youth, so I picked up a pen and wrote during it. all of these are fiction.