August D. Howl /21 /Texas /Wordsmith/
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This work is licensed.
for any followers that still follow this blog:
augusthowl.tumblr.com is my new blog/personal blog/poetry blog.
To that anon: I’ll answer your question about campus buildings there. hopefully you’ll see it. :)
Posted
4 months ago
Even if the apocalypse were to happen…
it couldn’t mess with Texas. we have guns.
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Posted
5 months ago
Ladies & gentlemen of tumblr… I present to you, my graduation cap! Texas A&M Class of 2013.
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Posted
6 months ago
I promise I’ll dish some poetry out after things calm down for me.
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Posted
6 months ago
when you
write
poetry
like this
you don’t sound
eloquent
or deep
you sound
like you’re
trying
to have
a conversation
with someone
on the treadmill
next to you
and it’s
really
quite
annoying
so please
stop
(via mariannapaige)
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Posted
6 months ago
Basket Case, Basil T. Paquet
I waited eighteen years to become a man.
My first woman was a whore off Tu Do street,
But I wish I never felt the first wild
Gliding lust, because the rage and thrust
Of a mine caught me hip high.
I felt the rip at the walls of my thighs,
A thousand metal scythes cut me open,
My little fish shot twenty yards
Into a swamp canal.
I fathered only this-the genderless bitterness
Of two stumps, and an unwanted pity
That births the faces of all
Who will see me till I die deliriously
From the spreading sepsis that was once my balls.
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6 months ago
