goodlooksamerica
prose, poetry, photography

hey Laura,

Sorry I came so late
I would’ve knocked
but my heart
thumped against the door,
we don’t have time for tea
just hear me for a few moments
so i can breathe
i’m here in the rivers of your love
blaring saxophone 
sunshine so moving

we dance on the rooftop
I see Brooklyn, I see the
Empire,
I’m moving to your love,
so baby let me see
there trees are growing yellow

the walls are falling
the leaves are forest again
we’re alive beautifully
blooming.

uhhhhh just won two tickets to see the atlanta symphony orchestra @ Carnegie Hall and now I have to find someone to go with???

uhhhhh just won two tickets to see the atlanta symphony orchestra @ Carnegie Hall and now I have to find someone to go with???

a case of cholera

I am trying to understand
why am I so 
sick.

I have the case
of cholera
the one Marquez
has given me in a dark bottle
swishing the rum down my throat
spreading to the veins of my heart -

I am sober as the bare cupboard
of my quiet chest is. 

But listen hear,
I do not know what
the color of your skin is
when the light of God
touches you warmly
gently
candle-lit skin
burning my soul
into hot wax

but I will listen to the war
of jars and pans tipping over
this old barren cupboard
of my heart just so you
will hear the clamor- 

and I will know then.

I will not recognize
the galaxies of your eyes
that swirls me into a dizzying
daze, i am jumping from
space to dark space -

will I find you?

I am sick
with cholera,

how much longer do I have to wait.

i need to know if its doable...if its possible to pull yourself out of the deepest of slumps. i need to hear from someone that its been done before and that i can do it too. cus it feels fuckign hopeless right now man.

nehrujackets:

Waves man. Life is waves.

nythroughthelens:

Paris - Springtime - Cherry Blossoms
—-
You remind me
of springtime
as hope
unfolds
from the
pauses
between
your words
like blossoms
opening
on trees.
And I
cling to the
promise
of petals
like the city
clinging
to the promise
of summer.
—-
All of my Paris posts so far:
Paris Through the Lens
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Paris
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nythroughthelens:

Paris - Springtime - Cherry Blossoms

—-

You remind me

of springtime

as hope

unfolds

from the

pauses

between

your words

like blossoms

opening

on trees.

And I

cling to the

promise

of petals

like the city

clinging

to the promise

of summer.

—-

All of my Paris posts so far:

Paris Through the Lens

Looking for these (and more) Paris photos to view larger? Here you go (click or tap on each photo to view larger):

Paris

—-

View: My photography portfolio, My Gear List, My Travel Blog, On G+,email me, or ask for help.

12:12 on 21

girl
i don’t know what i’m doing
i’m unsteady like the yellow strip
platform underneath me
slipping 
falling
the train is coming -

i don’t know where i’m going
and i’m alone
lost in the undergrounds
of this city

girl

where are you.

1:11 in the Morning

It’s too early and too late but for some reason there’s these newfound waves ebbing and stirring inside of me that I can’t resist writing them down. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t mean now, in this situational state that I’m in - I mean in the tense of the future. But there are new ideas that are swelling up in me again making me ooze with new thoughts and new heart again. I don’t know what it is but it’s something and I’m going to go along with it. It’s something new, again, and I won’t let it go this time

Bach Cello Suite No.1 - Prelude performed by Yo-Yo Ma

I only feel more of the music each time I listen to it again. 

street-live:

Schoolboy Q playing at Le Poisson Rouge before releasing Oxymoron.

word.

street-live:

Schoolboy Q playing at Le Poisson Rouge before releasing Oxymoron.

word.

humansofnewyork:

"These experiences were so meaningful to me that I don’t want you to soundbite them."

Because there will never be enough words. We can only try to fit them on a page

humansofnewyork:

"These experiences were so meaningful to me that I don’t want you to soundbite them."

Because there will never be enough words. We can only try to fit them on a page

nprbooks:

Latin American author Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982, died Thursday. He was 87. Garcia Marquez, the master of a style known as magic realism, was and remains Latin America’s best-known writer.
His novels were filled with miraculous and enchanting events and characters; love and madness; wars, politics, dreams and death. And everything he had written, Garcia Marquez once said, he knew or heard before he was 8 years old.
Chilean novelist Ariel Dorfman says Marquez’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech was one of the author’s most important messages to the world.
"Garcia Marquez is speaking about all the people who are marginal to history, who have not had a voice," Dorfman says. "He gives a voice to all those who died. He gives a voice to all those who are not born yet. He gives a voice to Latin America."
Read our full appreciation here.
Image via See Colombia

He knew before he was 8 Years old. 
Inspiration.

nprbooks:

Latin American author Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982, died Thursday. He was 87. Garcia Marquez, the master of a style known as magic realism, was and remains Latin America’s best-known writer.

His novels were filled with miraculous and enchanting events and characters; love and madness; wars, politics, dreams and death. And everything he had written, Garcia Marquez once said, he knew or heard before he was 8 years old.

Chilean novelist Ariel Dorfman says Marquez’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech was one of the author’s most important messages to the world.

"Garcia Marquez is speaking about all the people who are marginal to history, who have not had a voice," Dorfman says. "He gives a voice to all those who died. He gives a voice to all those who are not born yet. He gives a voice to Latin America."

Read our full appreciation here.

Image via See Colombia

He knew before he was 8 Years old. 

Inspiration.