Naked on Cashmere

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. xx Atticus

She wasn’t happy or sad, in love or out of love, she was just there existing in the ebb and flow of life— and that was a dangerous place to be but her worst mistake was forgetting to remember there was more. xx Atticus

In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed to the music of the dream we’d found. xx Atticus

"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will— even behind the darkest clouds, and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter for that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. To love you is not my promise but my fate— to burn for you until I can burn no more xx Atticus

All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard? xx Atticus

On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars close your eyes look up tongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus

"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson) Out here on this very day We journey further into the illusion Adrift in the great dream Yearning for entry into the severed realm Do you know that the death of earth soon come? Do you know the progress of destruction? Do you know the strange new topography of the coast? Life closes in slowly around us And we seek salvation in copulation In drugs And by sunset we ascend Only to find that our minds And our bodies Weren't ours at all.

"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter I have fallen in love many times. Have you ever sat in a bar and watched a lonely man or woman by themselves, their tired eyes shaken, fixed on nothing but the glass in front of them? Can't you taste their sadness from across the room? Those people. I fall in love with those people. To me there are few things more real.

Today I opened a book and found a flower that you’d pressed— it was orange and red and yellow and small. And in all ways it was our love gone now but beautiful still as the memory of something more. xx Atticus

Keep your kingdoms give me the open road the stars in the sky the smell of a campfire around the next bend and I will be as rich as any king. xx Atticus

Tell me, she said, about our house our children our garden about the lives we will have -- but he never could and it wasn't until she was gone that he understood that she never needed the house she only needed the dream. xx Atticus

Daughter of mine— for your smiles, for your tears, for your skinned knees, and your broken hearts, for the love you give, and the love you find. For whatever you become, or don’t, it is far too late, I love you already, long before we ever meet. xx Atticus

I took her hand, and my heart beat fast as her warmth swallowed me up. A thousand times I’d run this trail but not with her. Her eyes were all that young love should be, and they lit me up in every look. We lay in shooting skies and freckled stars, and promised our love would last forever— and so in our forever it would there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill, with silver moon rivers and sailing ships. xx Atticus

We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be. xx Atticus

I woke before her and she slept on as the sun rose spilling light across our bed she was an angel in my sheets the girl I would draw if given a thousand years and only a promise she might one day come to life. xx Atticus

There is no excuse I’ve heard worthy to decline a request by a lady of reasonable morals and pleasant company for a skinny dip under a warm summer moon. xx Atticus

You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms. xx Atticus

It rained in Rome but when the sun came out it seemed fresh like a city made new and the ruins glimmered reminding me that nothing lasts forever not cities not kingdoms not rainstorms. xx Atticus

Hidden away above two thin staircases a bed, a desk, and bookshelf, a writer’s paradise the rain would fall and set its cadence to my thoughts the old radiator pumped hot breath forcing my window to be cracked a pinch and there each night I would fall asleep in a melody of cold and hot— wrapped up safe in all my ghosts. xx Atticus

We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course, for this night at least the old music played louder than the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morning we smiled at the old stories and left our love hanging in the air as we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus

Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to you than the person everybody else sees a person hidden deep within the very fabric of your soul— you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you and wake within yourself that great giant you already know you can be. xx Atticus

Go forth and conquer for the world is small and you are a giant and every step you take will make the ground shake as it rises to meet you. xx Atticus

To be honest you scare me I’m terrified of letting you in of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if I’m good enough or if one day I’ll lose you but the truth is not having you at all scares me more than all the other truths of love and that thought makes me brave. xx Atticus

Her love came from deep within a calm acceptance of who she was in the world a quiet respect for the face she saw in the mirror. xx Atticus

She flirted with life and life flirted right back with her, as if all the universe came more alive just for her and everything felt her glow. It was in the dew in the stars and the colors of the sky— they all shone bright as they could in the hopes to catch her eye. xx Atticus

We ran from beach clubs in rain showers drinking champagne from bottles jumping into pools in our clothes and kissing under lightning, we yelled promises in thunderclaps to never grow old— and I fell in love with you and the absolute certainty it all would last forever. xx Atticus

I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you, my fingers a compass, your freckles the constellations which in my heart I will chart so when I close my eyes I’ll have you in my stars forever. xx Atticus

There we were making rhythms Jumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeat Setting new times to our universe And we drank it in like warming wine We the children Running to deserts Pockets full of magic With whiskey spirits in our souls and our wings Us few the bold The brave trodden souls Tobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyes Kaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our minds To stir our colored dreams Our dusty hearts set aflame By setting stars and shooting suns And here the sparks become our loves And so with them we danced up Into airless skies and cloudless nights To make ash angels on moons And snowflakes of Milky Ways xx Atticus @atticuspoetry

Hello, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of PARIS. xx

Hey there, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of PARIS. x

Hi, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of PARIS. xx

Hello, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of PARIS. xx

Hey there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of PARIS. xx

Hi, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of PARIS. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme PARIS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hey there, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hi, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hello, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hey, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hi there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hello, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of DARKNESS. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme DARKNESS and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hey, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hello, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hi there, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hello, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hi, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hey, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of WILD. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme WILD and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hey, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hello, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hi there, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hello, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hi, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hey, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of IMPERFECT. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme IMPERFECT and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hello, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hey there, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hi, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hey there, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hello, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hi, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of LIGHT. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme of LIGHT and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hi, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hey there, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hello, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hey, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hi there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hey, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of SILENCE. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme of SILENCE and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hi there, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hello, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hey, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hi, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hello, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hey there, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of WHOLE. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme WHOLE and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast.

Hi, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hello, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hey there, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hey, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hello there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hi, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of GRATITUDE. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme of GRATITUDE and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners! And to submit your poems, visit AtticusPoetry.com/podcast

Hello, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hey, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hi there, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hello, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hey there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hi, Monday. This is day two of this week’s theme of SELF. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme of SELF and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us on Instagram at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners!

Hey there, Saturday. This is day seven of this week’s theme of REMEMBER. xx

Hello, Friday. This is day six of this week’s theme of REMEMBER. xx

Hey, Thursday. This is day five of this week’s theme of REMEMBER. xx

Hi, Wednesday. This is day four of this week’s theme of REMEMBER. xx

Hi there, Tuesday. This is day three of this week’s theme of REMEMBER. xx

Lest we forget. xx

Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme of REMEMBER and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx For those leaving reviews and ratings, please screenshot and DM us at @AtticusPoetry so we can find winners!