Sade Andria Zabala's Blog, page 526
January 18, 2015
surfandwrite:
surfandwrite:
crimson-elevendelightpetrichor:
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crimson-elevendelightpetrichor:
this is me reading out a piece by Sade Andria Zabala. this is NOT mine but I hope I do it justice.
Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.
Start with the hands.
The feeble way they shake holding your morning coffee,
the way they did his dishes, his laundry, so willingly.
How they itch from the want of undressing his memory.
All lonely. All empty - you.
Cut them off.
Undo the trembling in your knees
when you...
January 17, 2015
I’ll be putting dreams in your eyes
and we’ll be...
I’ll be putting dreams in your eyes
and we’ll be losing track of time
as we dance in the sumer haze.
My 2014 ended in the most beautiful way possible. Who...
My 2014 ended in the most beautiful way possible. Who would’ve thought?
justbringtherain:
Coffee and Cigarettes by Sade Andria...
Coffee and Cigarettes by Sade Andria Zabala
From Italy! Just in time for the pope’s visit to my country :P
My poetry book Coffee and Cigarettes is available here.
Ships worldwide. Available onamazon.All proceeds go to my fundraiser.
Sade, I cant even begin to describe the impact your poetry has had over my life. I found your blog a year ago after I had just been diagnosed with MS. Please know how powerful and uplifting your words have been to me. I could never thank you enough.
I can’t even...
January 16, 2015
"Everyday I wake up, I search for you like a car crash victim reaching out for a ghost limb. I am a..."
January 5, 2015
"She was the girl who wanted a man, But never once needed one. She was the girl who fell down a dozen..."
My Christmas gift to you all is me reading a poem because I am...
My Christmas gift to you all is me reading a poem because I am cheap.
So you’re here and it’s midnight
and you’re stuck under this streetlamp, right?
Pavement glistening wet from the rain
looking like how his hair does
when you and him were under the shower
blooming like spring.
Now you’re spitting gravel.
The road’s nearly as empty as you’ve been lately
and the buildings above and behind
highlight your over-dramatic bullshit.
You wear his last breath on your sleeve,
and it smells like chocolate and sex
a...
January 4, 2015
6 decent selies from 2014 owww
6 decent selies from 2014 owww
