Le jour où je me suis perdu.

Jessica. Nineteen with a passion for words. California. Cats. And a wandering soul. Alex. 06.22.2013.

My Writing.
Book List 2013
Bucket List.
"I hoard books. They are people who do not leave."

"Today, I do not write to be delicate.
Today, I write to move mountains,
with calloused hands on the backs of hurricanes,
I am an immovable object and an unstoppable force.
There are words swelling,
like torrential rain, in my chest,
and when they spill from my mouth,
I will cover the world in water.
This is not a poem for old souls.
This is a poem for blood that runs hot and red—
Nationalism to the beating muscle in your chest
calling allegiance to your body.
Others can write to Love and Infinity.
But tonight,
tonight I am writing to bleed."

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