Anonymous asked: Could you write about someone who's suffering from a drug addiction but the speaker is in love with that person and doesn't know how to tell them?
Awww. Yes. Listen to “For Marlon” by SoKo until then.
Trying to refrain from posting on here for a good week. I want to write some poems and send them out to publishers (most do not accept poems that have previously been published-even on blogs.) Usually I’m so eager to share them that I say “screw it” and post them anyway.
I’ll also try to fill your requests and post them at the end of my week hiatus. I need a break from the screen. Thanks, sweets.
I don’t know how to start with this but I’m gonna try. I’m in love and will always be in love with Daul Kim. I’m in love with her as a person and her writing. Though she’s gone now but I advise you to read her blog (iliketoforkmyself.blogspot) which her family kindly left it to public even after years she’s gone. I’m in love with her, I got a tattoo of her, if I’m not wrong, I’m the only person in the world that got her tattooed. Sometimes I feel like I’m alot like her. It’s more than “I relate to her”. And it scares me. She ended her life. I’m afraid my obsession will one day turn myself into her. And to be honest, I don’t know how to put that into poetry. I hope you can write a poem about this. Or better, I hope you read her writings. Thank you lora.
(a submitted request that broke my heart)
Anonymous asked: Request: how to make every day count and not feel like you're just whiling away your life aimlessly Thank you so much! :)
you and your motel 8 lips kissed me beneath those
stiff white sheets like we were a husband and wife
spending another night together, at home.
as you ran your fingers over my body like you’d spent years
memorizing each indent,
i asked if you thought you could wake up to the same
person for the rest of your life.
you answered me by interlacing our fingers and
leading me to the shower.
as the hot water beat our backs red you said,
i think so.
i don’t know,
but this is nice.
we held each other that night like we were lifelong lovers
who knew nothing but each other’s after-shower scent,
not two lonely strangers whose eyes met at a bar.
even now, i can remember the taste of
residual soap and gin on your skin
and waking up to your face half-lit by the grey morning light.
i almost told you i loved you while you slept there,
but your eyes flew open, as if you knew i was
desperately trying to shove the last of the morning
into my pockets.
and so instead of saying
i think i’d be happy with a picket fence
if i could have you,
i listened to you ask me if i wanted to check out
Anonymous asked: can we tag thing with #soggpoetry and will you read them/look at them maybe? xx