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dirty realism

brightlightsloudnoises:

what if your skin doesn’t fit,
what if that piece of ass is too good
for you to keep your head,

what if the books are too bad and
the movies aren’t worth the price of
the seats.

what if her nose bleeds
and
everyone smiles too 
much

an education

brightlightsloudnoises:

as the years stack up
i find the answers
to my oldest
questions
in strange places

i find philosophy
in a cup of coffee

i find love in a gesture

i find faith
in aimless stories
and
unsure smiles

i’ve been built,
rebuilt,
and will
build 
again

the wasted june

brightlightsloudnoises:

we laid
tattooed,
unfocused
and
discrete
in
a month without
slammed doors,
woke up
with the
mail truck

and felt
nervous about
checking
the box

it was
cattle
shot
and branded,
cotton candy
in the
sunset,
satellites
and
dollar bills
on fire

sirens,
paper bags,
soft-serve,
and
limelight
until we
were full,

finally
thrilled with
ourselves

lucky

brightlightsloudnoises:

I don’t deserve you,
I’m lazy and
disordered,

I have
a mean streak
passed down
from
some bad
swamp water
millions
of years
ago
when i was
a parasite,
a microscopic thing
waiting for the
stars to
align

we don’t need love

brightlightsloudnoises:

we don’t need love to keep us together,
there’s lust
and insecurity
and sympathy
and jealousy
and pity
and shame
and denial
and laziness
and guilt
and uncertainty
and fear

and
even with only one of those,
I think we can make it
just fine

brightlightsloudnoises:

"a broken heart is nothing new" by bill winchester
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"i saw you" by bill winchester
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photo by: dyingfiction
”young”, a collection of poetry by Bill Winchester(brightlightsloudnoises) on Amazon.com-$9
admirable

brightlightsloudnoises:

i admire those
that practice
self-doubt

i don’t want to be
with the ones
that
throw the
aimless
on their back 
and charge
into the fog
with unwarranted
confidence
and
affirmations

i want those that
smile sadly,
who know what it means to break,
because they are the ones
that can pick up the pieces

they can use it,
like a boxer,
and
no one
can move them