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Literature Text
I’m suppose to be
a writer
But.
Sometimes I wrap wire
Around my throat and
Glue my fingertips to
The wall
Because
My heart is too busy
Timing out a
Stuttering staccato rhythm
through its demented pathways.
And digging out graveyards
For half-eaten
Worm-filled emotions
Left rotting along the
Roadside to be anything but
Unintelligble.
Its blue veined white skin
And callused aorta valves that burn
In the shadow of sunwashed
Dreams and other brilliant things.
And it is quietly letting
Each bloody cell telling it to livelivelive,
Leak through these walls
And
Crawl down grey and
Brown stained steps in
Tribute to Mayan Gods
And sputter into these lungs
With a sick splattercough of die
.
But.
.
It forgets
The handiness of
Duct tape and backhoes
And that the Mayans died long ago.
That rotten is just another
Word for, I’ll grow back more beautiful and that
Graveyards are gardens
Of touch-the-sky sunflowers
And shadow-cling ivy and
gone-lovin-come-back-later roses.
And that sunwashed shadows
Are just pooling saliva backwash
Of eatyoualive protein enzymes.
And that it’ll never be able
To stop.
This.
Now.
a writer
But.
Sometimes I wrap wire
Around my throat and
Glue my fingertips to
The wall
Because
My heart is too busy
Timing out a
Stuttering staccato rhythm
through its demented pathways.
And digging out graveyards
For half-eaten
Worm-filled emotions
Left rotting along the
Roadside to be anything but
Unintelligble.
Its blue veined white skin
And callused aorta valves that burn
In the shadow of sunwashed
Dreams and other brilliant things.
And it is quietly letting
Each bloody cell telling it to livelivelive,
Leak through these walls
And
Crawl down grey and
Brown stained steps in
Tribute to Mayan Gods
And sputter into these lungs
With a sick splattercough of die
.
But.
.
It forgets
The handiness of
Duct tape and backhoes
And that the Mayans died long ago.
That rotten is just another
Word for, I’ll grow back more beautiful and that
Graveyards are gardens
Of touch-the-sky sunflowers
And shadow-cling ivy and
gone-lovin-come-back-later roses.
And that sunwashed shadows
Are just pooling saliva backwash
Of eatyoualive protein enzymes.
And that it’ll never be able
To stop.
This.
Now.
Literature
MegaConvivio
Momentos ferrugentos sedentos de presente.
Cona alada dos contos de fada que vivi até nos fartarmos.
Roubaste verdade, para mim saudade, aprender Português, outra vez.
O teu nome, outra vez.
O teu nome, outra vez.
Institutos para adultos presos em putos, presos em leite presos em lutos.
Durmo no leito do peito não oferecido.
Literature
Pride
Every day is filled with lies
Your hidden mantra of disguise
But the walls have eyes and the walls have teeth
The walls are watching as you sleep
Hope is a candle in a darkened room
O fool, your hope shall be your doom
What is a container? What is a box?
Where sharpened claws of darkness stalk?
A box is a home, within and without
A place, a base, to instill fear and doubt
The darkness that cannot exist without light
Will snuff out your breath as the corvid takes flight
Beware the One who sees it All
His Pride doth come before the Fall
Literature
cardboard memory
pointing to the mirrored river
we wait and the water
confuses everything
barefoot, choosing flower after painted flower
we use the crushed ink to write letters in winter
the distance grows, the river murmurs
light scatters from it paler and paler
and the flowers dry near a melted candle
with a small bitter flame that sputters
there is no more than accusation now
here, when she was here, then
when my heart in the open air
beats a moment
a second
before
this little girl sat in a box on the floor
and i pulled her around
now, much later, there, probably somebody sings
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Inspired by and dedicated to ~ohsostarryeyed actually...though wanting to do something like this has been rolling around in my head for awhile now. Ever have those days, where you just can't write anything, because your emotions have hit a heart clot?
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why did i not read this before?
negligent.
you should most definitely help me with my aunt's tombstone, after your midterms. not just to give input on my ideas, but to give your own to be included. i would be happy!
what do you mean by shadow?
i mean, what do you mean-mean by shadow?
negligent.
you should most definitely help me with my aunt's tombstone, after your midterms. not just to give input on my ideas, but to give your own to be included. i would be happy!
what do you mean by shadow?
i mean, what do you mean-mean by shadow?