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sharpmouth

richardsikendaily

#if i speak.#t: words #sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell.#siken.

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cryingaftersex

metamorphesque

— Birds Hover The Trampled Field, Richard Siken

#lives were changed.#t: words #siken.

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beingharsh

"Saying Your Names" by Richard Siken, Crush

#t: words #siken.

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wishbone, richard siken

#feeling very unwell.#t: words #siken.#i only have you.

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fearlastyear

ahuntersheart

There’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it, just get me bandages, I’m bleeding.

-Richard Siken, Wishbone

#whatever.#t: words #siken.#rootless heart.#swollen with hoarded love.#love makes me forget myself sometimes.

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yearningheart

wishbone, richard siken

#t: words #my body is the patron saint of want.#love makes me forget myself sometimes.#siken.

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straw house, straw dog, richard siken

#blink.#i don't have finnpoe tag but yeah.#t: words #for what it's worth.#siken.

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shehaswings

richardsikendaily

#blueprint.#t: words #swollen with hoarded love.#and if i could give you the moon.#love was always meant to be a wound.#siken.

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roadmotel

“Jeff is thinking about his brother down the winding road behind him. He is thinking that if only he could cut him open and peel him back and crawl inside this second skin, then he could relive that last mile again: reborn, wild-eyed, free.”

— Richard Siken, You Are Jeff

#thrashing and biting.#t: words #do you know how many states we've been in together?#siken.

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firstfullmoon

“Their names remain on the deed to the house. It isn’t haunted, it’s owned by ghosts. When I die, I will come in fast and low. I will stick the landing. There will be no confusion. The dead will make room for me.”

— Richard Siken, from his new poem “Real Estaste”

#richard siken let me talk to you.#t: words #siken.#i heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.#home is the first grave.#i'll be your slaughterhouse.#the dead will make room for me.

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roadmotel

outcrying

Crush, Richard Siken (2005) / The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet, Frederic Leighton (1853-55)

#t: words #siken.#admincore.#swollen with hoarded love.

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roadmotel

(The graveyard shift has a certain quality to it. It makes you feel responsible, but you don’t know what you’re responsible for. Saving the world, maybe. Or at least keeping everything okay until dawn.)

Richard Siken, Love From a Distance (via roadmotel)

#t: words #siken.#my body is the patron saint of want.#the garden sits under the gravestones.

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roadmotel

Richard Siken, The Stag and the Quiver

#t: words #siken.#home is the first grave.#and i think i've always seen fatherhood in the way i've felt myself bleeding out.#i think that's what a father is — a blade that never stops cutting.#my body is the patron saint of want.#the dead will make room for me.

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driving, not washing, richard siken

#i'm.. unclean.#t: words #siken.

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planet of love, richard siken

#the way i called this as cas.#t: words #there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.#siken.

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weltenwellen

“Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you. I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again, years later, in the chlorinated pool. I am still talking to you about help. I still do not have these luxuries. I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together. We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor … When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison. I want more applesauce. I want more seats reserved for heroes. Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.”

— Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

#t: words #siken.#for what it's worth.#you love me so hard and i still can't sleep.#i wanted to know you. / i wanted far more.

patronsaintofwant

“you’re my special guy. you’re my angel. you fell from heaven and landed in a pontiac…”

— richard siken, meet me at the page where (via lordmalak)

#knowing novak is from pontiac illinois..#blink blink.#there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.#t: words #siken.