Kaya-Renee Cousin

Poet. Plant enthusiast.

Let the universe figure it out for you.

moderateclimates:

I AM REALLY SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN WRITING I AM VERY STRESSED AND WANT TO CRY A LOT OF THE TIME BUT I MISS WORDS AND I MISS YOU AND I MISS FEELING LIKE POETRY MADE SENSE

YOU ARE THE KIND OF SCAR
I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT,
I SAY IN THE FIFTH POEM I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT YOU.

HOW COME MY WORDS FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH?
HOW COME THEY ARE ALWAYS SO HUNGRY FOR YOU?

HOW COME I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH?
HOW COME I’M ALWAYS SO
HUNGRY FOR YOU?

IT GOES LIKE THIS: I TELL YOU THAT I’M LEAVING
AND YOU HOLD MY HEAD UNDER WATER.
“MY HEART WAS SO GOOD FOR YOU,” YOU SAY.

“NO,” I TELL YOU. “YOUR HEART WAS A CEMETERY,
A GRAVEYARD, A MORGUE.
YOUR HEART WAS THE DEATH OF ME.”

MY MOTHER THINKS THAT
MAYBE IT WAS YOUR CHIPPED-ICE HANDS,
THE BROAD OAK TREE IN YOUR BACK YARD, THAT MAYBE
IT WAS THE CIGARETTE SMOKE.

THAT MAYBE IT WAS YOUR MOUTH, THAT
MOUTH ALL TIED UP WITH SECRETS
YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO,
MAYBE IT WAS YOUR MOUTH
BECAUSE IT WAS THE UGLIEST THING ABOUT YOU.

THAT MAYBE IT WAS MY BODY LYING
NAKED ON THE FLOOR, MAYBE IT WAS
THE BLOOD UNDER MY FINGERNAILS, THAT MAYBE IT WAS
SUPPOSED TO BE BEAUTIFUL.

THAT MAYBE YOUR TEETH
WERE THE WHITEST THINGS I’D EVER SEEN,
MAYBE I WAS SICK FOR YOU, BOY,
MAYBE I WAS ON MY FUCKING KNEES. BUT STILL —

I AM A CAT SCRATCHED JAW, I AM BLEEDING
OUT THE BELLY.

I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN A COFFIN
YOU CAN BURN.

Valentine’s Day | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

one day
it’s going to be worth waiting
even if right now our hands are empty
and you cannot hold me

one day the distance between us will close
like we have finally finished stitching our future together
and our hungry mouths will find each other and
we will sit on counters we can barely afford
eating ramen out of plastic bowls and
maybe i have to work two jobs just to make
the ends meet and because i keep buying
plants that we don’t really need but
i keep telling you they looked sad and wanted
watering and you keep bringing home more instruments
even though we got yelled at by the super because
you rewired their whole system just to put speakers
into the bathroom because i like to sing along to disney
and we make cupcakes that we burn because
both of us are internal creatures that
get caught up in whatever art we’re working on
i mean i just want to lie on the floor and write poetry and
listen to you quietly play music and maybe if it’s late i’ll
get up and make you dance with me and we won’t have to go
weeks without seeing each other and maybe it won’t be perfect
but we’ll laugh so often that being sad will feel unusual
instead of constant
and we’ll be okay we’ll be complete
we’ll have made it we will make an island all our own
in this great vast sea

and i will belong to you and
you will belong to me.

this is all that i want. this is all that i need // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

buttonpoetry:

Omoizele “Oz” Okoawo - “Raindrops”

"Raindrops think they’re flying until they hit the ground."

Performing for Boston at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

“I find myself
reading between the lines
of every poem you write
because the only time
you ever thought of me
was somewhere
in the middle of,
‘Did I lock the door?’
and, ‘Are the lights off?’
You see, you taught me
that I was trapped
inbetween afterthoughts
so I’m straining
to catch notations
in the margins
because I cannot
find any part of me
in your poems”
and I can’t even read your handwritings anymore — The Whiskey Writer (via the-whiskey-writer)

I have the skin of two different boys
under my fingernails.

My mother tells me to clean them out when
I realize my thighs still ache from
all the ways he made me fold
underneath him and maybe
I like myself being
just a little bit
dirty.

Is it wrong of me to want, darling?
Is it wrong of me to leave?
To live?

Today in the shower I washed you out of my hair,

but I leave my nails undone.

I sharpen my tongue.
I file my teeth.

(Source: weheartit.com)

“When i was laying in the back of that truck intoxicated with drugs and unable to move, i still wished for you.”
i did some horrible things after you left (via tenshotsofvodka)
“I am so ridiculously into you. I don’t even know how to describe this feeling. It’s like… it’s like a train speeding through the wilderness in the dead of night, wild and free and dangerous - no, it’s like a hot cup of tea and a blanket after walking through a snow storm - no, it’s like the stillness of a sunrise or that quiet dusky hour before dark - no, more like a lone walk on the beach when the waves crash into the shore and you can feel everything at once. It’s like a flash of lightning right outside my window, how time stands still, how everything is illuminated. There’s magic in that, and fear, and beauty too. Yes, you make me feel things I don’t even have a name for.”
I’m a writer but I’m speechless (via whispersofstardust)

(Source: mstrkrftz)