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By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight. See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name, and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would you whisper “That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy!” Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me — how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? See, I wanna know if you believe in any god or if you believe in many gods or better yet what gods believe in you. And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you asked come true? And if they didn’t, did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key? And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do — I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving, and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes from other people’s wounds, and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon — that if you wanted to, you could pop, but you never would ‘cause you’d never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest and you were the only one there to hear — if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: If you and I went for a walk and the entire walk, we didn’t talk — do you think eventually, we’d… kiss? No, wait. That’s asking too much — after all, this is only our first date.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I listened to the bells on the door and stole more than enough bottles for myself to understand that everyone's chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Andrea Gibson

When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain. And you teach your sons and daughters there are sharks in the water but the only way to survive is to breathe deep and dive.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Andrea Gibson

What if I don't want the monster to stop being a monster? What if that's the only anchor I have left? What if my sanity depends on being able to point at a bad thing and say, That is the bad thing. Haven't I already lost enough time losing track of who the enemy is? I've spent half of my life not knowing the difference between killing myself and fighting back.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Something difficult to stomach in this life is the fact that we might all learn and grow at a pace that will hurt people

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Don't google your name. Ever. Don't “search” for yourself on anything that glows in the dark. Don't let your beauty be something anyone can turn off. Don't edit your ugly out of your bio. Let your light come from the fire. Let your pain be the spark, but not the timber. Remember, you didn't come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Love is like sunshine.  Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.  I want to know that I'm here.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
 on a day you’re feeling good. 
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
 on a day you’re feeling bad.
 I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
 could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

By Anonym 19 Sep

Andrea Gibson

They're gonna keep telling you are a crime of nature and you're gonna look at all your options, and choose conviction, choose to carve your own heart out of a side of a cliff, choose to spend your whole life telling secrets you owe no one till everyone, till there isn't anyone who can insult you by calling you what you are.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving, and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes from other people’s wounds, and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon — that if you wanted to, you could pop, but you never would ‘cause you’d never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest and you were the only one there to hear — if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I suffer from unrequited self love. I love myself, but I don’t Love myself back.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I remember the way love used to glow on my skin before he made his way in now every touch feels like a sin

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Do we really believe our need for Prozac has nothing to do with Fallujah, with Kabul, with the Mexican border, with the thousands of U.S. school kids bleeding budget cuts that will never heal to fuel war tanks?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Andrea Gibson

So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Andrea Gibson

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Andrea Gibson

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andrea Gibson

Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Andrea Gibson

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.