May 2012
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“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:...”
– — Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their...
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“They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.”
– Oscar Wilde (via modern-tragedy)
April 2012
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“There was a young lady of Kent,
Who always said just what she meant;
People...”
– The World’s Best Limericks by the Peter Pauper Press, 1951. (via ingridrichter)
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the fault in your love is remarkable
I thought of the last four minutes of your life
this morning as I rode to work on the usual
decrepit bus, driven by the usual inane driver.
It briefly struck me as we flew past a mother and
her young (albeit aged) daughter, both in black:
the fault in your love was remarkable.
I thought it not in the least bit remarkable
as a pair of teen girls who, for the life
of them could not grasp that the...
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“And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the...”
– The Ballad of Reading Gaol –– Oscar Wilde
I highly suggest you read the whole thing. It’s long, but so so brilliant.
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what a____ is writing on the sidewalk tomorrow...
singwe:
So let me tell you I know there are days it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets when you break down like the doors of the looted buildings
You are not alone and wondering who will be convicted of the crime of insisting you keep loading your grief into the chamber of your shame
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy
Some people will never understand...
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submitting my own writing interspersed between all...
March 2012
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The Measure of a Man
Not - How did he die? But - How did he live? Not - What did he gain? But - What did he give? These are the things that measure the worth Of a man as a man, regardless of birth. Not - What was his station? But - had he a heart? And - How did he play his God-given part? Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer? To bring back a smile, to banish a tear? Not - What was his church? Not - What...
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Dear God make me a Bird.
iamadarkmatter:
Just for a split second make it a minute or two I beg to disappear into a crowded room of darkness. I long to float away up above grayest skies escape this small room painted all white. I am losing wings to fly I pray make me a bird.
February 2012
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“Was gonna love you so well
I’d wake every morning
and tell you things like...”
– Andrea Gibson (via chi-rho)
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She’ll never know
That I sighed when she left today
And lingered in the mist
Of her presence
She’ll never know
That I thought about her today
And gave thanks for blessings
I have received
She’ll never know
That I missed her badly today
And just wanted to phone
To say hello
She’ll never know
That I had a wild dream today
And she starred in a way
That ...
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“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via katyjean)
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Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think...
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I faltered, but to find solid ground, uncommon in twilights mists
I caught my breath in breaking gasps you’d counted down
the clock in this heart ticking to what we know is coming
the break of reality and real to endless broken things never healing
clothes left there like a dead thing in a heap, wheres the love now?
when youth is spent in fear of life, and life is fearful of those new...
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Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because...
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“I hope she never memorizes the dial tone of a last conversation because a broken...”
– Jasmine Mans (via imfeelingdirectionlessyes)
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
– E.E. Cummings (via insulus)
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Final Notations
it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will take all your thought it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath it will be short, it will not be simple it will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart it will not be long, it will occupy your thought as a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied it will take all your flesh, it will not...
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Cause and Effect
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
–– Charles Bukowski
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Because I'm Listening
clintirwin:
She was standing in the middle of the room, Speaking softly. Her words pulled splinters from his bones. No makeup, no sexy dress, He saw the mousy, But he also saw the lady. Under her skirt Was a fire aching to be stoked. Certainly she had that covered, Who could miss her? He decided to move close And just hear her. She turned her eyes to him, Then away, and fell silent. “No, don’t...
January 2012
2 posts
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade
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December 2011
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“Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.”
– John Wain (via pinned-roses)
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A Garden
There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey, And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday. There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool, And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool: ...
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Giving
What I want to give you is not happiness It is not the bleached light of summer, Not the pale whispered promises Nor the delicate petals of a rose I do not want to love you softly. What I want to give you is the salt of tears on your tongue Cupped water in your hands when you swim at night I want to give you the tang of crushed violets And a pounding heart as we lay together Watching the...
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not...
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Magnet Poetry →
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i carry your heart
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...
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artreture:
Your scares gave you character But they shoved you into a tray Along with all the careless breathers Even if you were meant for so much more
Taking in smoke from your tired cigarette Your mind hurts and swirls With all the useless faces you remember And the worthless numbers you never called
You walk freely but you feel bars Grasping at your bone marrow You can barely move,...
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does...”
– Maya Angelou (via moufles
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November 2011
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