I can not love you until you can love our beautiful waitress in the simple way that I do.
Derrick BrownThe best relationships
fade out
and you're not even sure
when it ended.
The red washing
down the bathtub
can't change the color of the sea
at all.
Mots clés poetry death poem suicide depression
Go to other countries. Not a typical backpacking tour. Planned tour
means you will hang with Americans on bikes and flirt with drunk
Germans and someone will steal your Levi’s in the hostel and a guy
from Poland will sock you in the face while bad techno plays
everywhere and you will learn nothing except that your face hurts and
not everyone showers. Get into other cultures and talk politics and
love. Meeting other people is the only way to know if you believe what
you believe cause it’s been handed to you, or if it really rings true
in your heart.
Getting lost should be seen as a sweet chance to be found.
Remember, you belong everywhere.
When I am alone and my skull is ripsaw I want to jump into the womb of any bonfire, I want to leap into the ceiling fan head first, but I need that fan this coming summer.
Derrick BrownMots clés beautiful
Stop ruining love by wanting it so bad.
Derrick BrownWait until
a year from now
where you say,
“Holy fuck,
I can’t believe I was going to kill myself before I etcetera’d…
before I went skinny dipping in Tennessee,
made my own IPA,
tried out for a game show,
rode a camel drunk,
learned to waltz with clumsy old people,
photographed electric jellyfish,
built a sailboat from trash,
taught someone how to read,
ect. Ect. Etc.”
The red washing
down the bathtub
can’t change the color of the sea
at all.
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