philadelphia - madisen kuhn

i can see the silhouette of who i would like to be.

almost home by Madisen Kuhn

what else am i forgetting?

fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet: the complete edition || arturo ferrari, in the old street vicolo san bernardino alle ossa a milano || madisen kuhn, please don't go before i get better || james bay, let it go || imagine dragons, i was me || holly black, the cruel prince || amazon || billy collins, forgetfulness || salvador dali, disintegration of the persistence of memory

hey thriftbooks what the fuck does this mean

in honor of colder weather

Should I disregard you or should I hold you accountable for your words and actions?

I ask you and like a child eager to never disappoint and always do better you earnestly reply, a voice that is soft and low, dipped in the awareness of your mistakes, hold me accountable for my words and actions.

I do.

You show up at my doorstep that night with blueberry cheesecake and a sunflower.

Now, I must ask myself:

Should I pretend like you have made no mistakes or understand the needs behind your dysfunctional bhevaiours?

But today is a Thursday and on Thursdays I need some space to die a little in private and not do anything that requires too much out of me and so I will say, pretend like I have made no mistakes.

By the middle of the week, I am tired of being a person. So on Thursdays, give me space to die a little in private. I don't want to go to the grocery store, fold laundry, wash a pan. or cut up artichokes for a salad. Let me sit quietly in a room alone with my knees folded to one side. I will retreat into myself, where I have resided obscurely through immeasurable and contrasting lives, all disorganized and stacked on top of each other in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes, they spill out of my mouth like sheets of ice because of you and your nagging fingers pulling at my bottom lip, hungry for me to tell you what I think before I know how to say it.

Madisen Kuhn, "Intangible"

CHOKE

Paths by Madisen Kuhn

and i will find myself smiling at the sky when the dark clouds roll in because i am still here still standing after all this time

Madisen Kuhn, from “Almost Home”

Let me sit quietly in a room alone with my knees folded to one side. I will retreat into myself, where I have resided obscurely through immeasurable and contrasting lives, all disorganized and stacked on top of each other in the pit of my stomach.

—Madisen Kuhn, Intangible

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An excerpt from my upcoming poetry collection “Deaths Become Her”.

i was afraid that my poems would become gravestones, filling a cemetery of our almost love, hurtful reminders fo what i'd never fully had

please don't go until i get better by Madisen Kuhn

madisen kuhn, intangible

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no, i am only left with who you were ,we’re both frozen in time in each others’ memories

you’ll never learn of my new habits, nor will i ever come to know yours ,i won’t get to watch you grow, see you become strong, hear about all of your new adventures and revelations.

it’s strange to think you will only remember me as the person i was with you

~ Eighteen years by Madisen Kuhn