jari m

Tag: poem

  • observations on the self, une.

    i have the kind of earnestness that is manufactured and consumed an honesty that lies over the yellowing surface of gritted teeth (prescribed by doctors and thieves) here is a dress i wear to politics and heartbreak and this dress is the skin i wear everyday

  • cinderella: origins

    i was born dishonest looking for some trouble in the silence. i was born wanting but perfect they tell me shut up, be quiet: look pretty, be steady don’t come and revolutionize but in my head i knew i had plenty of life left to fuck up and demonize. there are rhythms in my head…

  • to love;

    i think i’ll take this time to fall in love and gamble all my hopes on a single man; i’ll leave my sad days behind and discover forever; i think i’ll take this time to learn how to love and see what wonders await, there in his arms under the sunset, where he’ll kiss me…

  • when the memories start to fade, that’s when you first wonder: was any of it ever real?

  • i know it isn’t wise, but lately I’ve been wondering//

    Hi. I don’t actually know. Whatever. 

  • i shared a story, and then

    They weren’t lost. I left.

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    dare to be your own altar worship the god of your self you are a phenomenon and strings of priests lined up by their figs will follow

  • this week, in open letters to the world

    Read under the cut :)

  • We are always the protagonists of our own stories. But just once I had hoped you would play the support in a chapter I had written, laughing and rejoicing in the triumph I overtook. It was a high, it was momentous, it was glory overwhelmed. And it also paled against anything you had to say. I’m sorry.…