Anonymous said: Hi there! Will the second edition have different poems in it?
Nope. Same poems. Same book.
The only difference will be the serial number.
Oh, and I’m adding an acknowledgments section because I have some people to thank.
Hello, I just sold out of my poetry collection, bigger bolder less pathetic.
I will be putting up a second edition in a week or so. Probably in a week or so, after I ship all the other orders out.
Thank you to everyone who purchased a copy and to all of you for your continued support. In the meantime, check out other releases at ink/paper press.
Anonymous said: What do you do when the one you love the most leaves and you're alone for the first time in a long time?
Cry. Pick yourself apart. Blame yourself. Blame the timing. Blame the weather, the way the words came out, the things you didn’t say. Blame them. Stay inside for a few days. Bang your fists on your knees and wail when you find letters they wrote to you. Force yourself to leave the house. Force yourself to say “yes” when your friends ask you to come out for a day. Forget them for ten minutes until their name comes crashing back into you, full-speed, full of fire. Spend the rest of the night spitting up rust and wondering if they will affect you like this forever. Say “I’m sorry” to them so many times in your head that you get drunk off your own apologies. Feel your tongue grow into a dead, useless weight, heavy with things that are now pointless to say. Consider cutting it off. Consider running away. Consider changing your name, throwing yourself into a lake, and swimming until you drown or reach a new place, a new state, a country where no one has seen their face. Forget them in pieces. Forget them in revolutions. Forget them so fully that you begin to question whether or not they ever existed. Talk to your friends without having them lurk in the shadows of your head. Develop crushes and do not compare them to Them. Stop calling yourself “cursed.” Stop telling yourself you will not be cared for like that again. Stop saying that was your one chance at Love and you blew it. Get touched. Get fucked right. Put your hands in-between your thighs and do not blush. Look in the mirror and see no whisper of an apology on your lips. Forgive yourself. Forgive the amount of promises you thought about texting them, the worries you cried out to your friends, the sad regrets you poured into wine bottles and voicemails and fingernail-shaped scars. Throw “I am sorry” down like the dirty phrase it is. Leave it bleeding on the asphalt. Crush it beneath your teeth and feel the flavorless dust of it fall onto your lips. Declare yourself as more than an apology. A tribute to Forgiveness. A promise that never came out right. Be what you tried to pour into others, only for them to shrug off. Be it all.
Anonymous said: Any advice for someone who accidentally fell in love with their sadness and the person it makes them?
Self-hate is not romantic. Self-inflicted bruises are not love marks. Let go.
Anonymous said: I have suffered from severe depression for the past two years. I have days where leaving my bed brings me to my knees crying, and then there's days where leaving my bed feels good and healthy. When at my lowest points, I come here to read your words. Words don't judge. They don't tell me to ''move on and stop feeling sorry for myself''. They make me feel that I'm okay. Your words make me feel less alone, and I will be -forever- thankful for that, Lora. I hope you remember.
I understand. I have those days too. Good days, horrible days, and days with hints of both. I am glad that I can make you feel validated. You’re not alone. I hope you remember too.
Anonymous said: Just wondering what blogs you would recommend to find inspiring poetry?
To Inspiration, Lora Mathis
what the? poem in which i make inspiration into my dangerous love interest
Anonymous said: I check your blog everyday I love you so much and you're such an inspiration to me keep rocking Lora
Felt like doing cartwheels in the library after reading this. Thank you thank you thank you.