February 2011
129 posts
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poetry13.0
i heard the eclipse,
the last shred of light
sung to me,
shrinking
behind the black— this is,
resurrection—
this was
night in mourning.
i looked through the car window
where the moon once followed—
blackness.
stillness,
as the trees moaned— where did,
where did the sky go?
this was
night in mourning.
i spoke,
i whispered gently,
to the stars, holes in the...
January 2011
99 posts
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i am sad because the world will never be as beautiful as it can be.
&please don’t try to cheer me up.
please don’t try to make me smile,
or laugh.
i need this moment.
i need this feeling.
i need to feel this sadness
if i am ever to do anything
to make this world better.
i am that sort of sadness…
that weep &then war sadness…
that sigh &then...
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dear feet,
work with me here, huh? you’re always underneath me but please, don’t be bitter about it— i’ve never considered you beneath me— so why are you revolting like i’m some sort of horrendous dictator— sure, i control your every move but, wait— no, not lately— hence the revolution…
i just want to learn how to dance.
i just...
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poetry12.9
i want you to love,
but only me.
say you will grow old,
but only with me.
know you will have fun,
and have it with me.
laugh for the rest of your days,
and even at me.
i’m sorry i’m so selfish,
but i can’t deny what i want.
i want you.
and i want you to want me too.
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i had a guy come up to me in the cafeteria the other day and ask me if i was me. i said yes. he said, ‘you wrote that poem they read at mlk day’. i said, yes. he said, ‘that was really great.’ i said, thank you. i asked him his name. he told me he was him. i said nice to meet you. he said likewise. we parted. it was nice to meet him. it was nice to be met. it...
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why must pain be so beautiful? stop, judging eyes, this is no sadism, but simple truth; stop judging eyes, and mark, ears, listen—
why must pain be so beautiful?
admit it. do not turn sharply away—
why must pain be so passionate?
wrenching words from souls such would never be thought of, placing them in sudden inspired sequence so fitting, so fluent— the most eloquent...
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my mother told me when i was little, “sweetie, if someone doesn’t want to play with you, you say, ‘okay, i’m sorry you don’t want to play with me, but maybe you’ll want to play with me another day.’ and you move on and find someone else to play with.”
she told me this a month or so ago. &suddenly my whole outlook on life made sense.
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the wind is bitter cold today. the wind is bitter cold and my breath is warm against it. for scientific reasons beyond my understanding this brings to view short tufts of smoke from between my lips. i say, i see my breath, though surely there is something more specific, more right, which i should say. such as, i see chemicals bonding, breaking, freezing, making something new, something seen. ...
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thank you to everyone who expressed support. ♥
it went well. no tomatoes.
i am satisfied.
&free as a cloud…
except that i have sixty pages of reading to read and comment on for tomorrow… :s
giving a performance on prejudice on my campus at 7 p.m.
so… prayers?
ell oh ell.
butseriously.
please pray.
no losses of consciousness &no tomatoes.
♥
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i don’t think my life will be complete until i own a typewriter and type my poetry in easily-smudged &messed-up ink.
i do love me some good symbolic aesthetics.
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i hide things in the pockets of my heart. but silly me, when i hide things i forget things. i forget i’ve hidden things and they lie there like the sock i lost under the covers on a cold night turned warm and in the morning don’t realize it’s gone— it’s lost, until i tear off the bed sheets in the summer and i find that lost sock and i can’t remember where the...
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i think language is beautiful, and odd, and mysterious, and wonderful. take for instance words bitter & bitte. did you know that in german, bitte means please? did you know that in english, bitter means not sweet (&much more)? bitter, bitte… unsweet please, acidity please, trauma please, winter please, despair please, poison please, poison please !
извините меня
excuse me
i...
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i could warm you up,
i could thaw your heart,
i could make you feel,
i could warm you up.
the song my heart sings.
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poetry12.7
my dearest enemy
how unhappy i am to see you again
you are the least pleasant part of my life
i think about you every now and again
when my stomach is upset
— when my stomach is upset,
every now and again,
i think about you.
i haven’t missed you.
i look forward to goodbye,
and hope our paths never cross,
ever—
not even run parallel.
my dearest enemy,
how i wish i...
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poetry12.8
my dearest enemy
how unhappy i am to see you again
you are the least pleasant part of my life
i think about you every now and again
when my stomach is upset
— when my stomach is upset,
every now and again,
i think about you.
i haven’t missed you.
i look forward to goodbye,
and hope our paths never cross,
ever—
not even run parallel.
my dearest enemy,
how i wish i...
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rat-a-tat-tattah’ed and all the cops scattah’ed…
before long the little boy got surrounded,
he dropped his gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way i have to end this story, he was only one teen in a madman’s dream,
the cops shot the kid i still hear him scream,
this ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh,
just another case about the wrong path…
...
thepaperdollspeaks:
poet ease.
reading good poetry is like sitting in a warm room, talking to an old friend, staring into the embers of a fire and realizing that you aren’t the only person alive after all.
thepaperdollspeaks:
i’ll fill you when i find you.
sometimes i look around and i have this sad sinking feeling, like i’m missing someone dear, and i wonder, if that’s you, looking at yourself in the mirror, and feeling somehow empty.
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fiction4.0
auto-biographical reflections of a river rock.
We lived in Alabama for two weeks.
Mother said My God. Mother said My God and I knew something was up— I turned down my eyes, closed them and squeezed my hands together, fists between my legs; I stayed still— Mother said My God and I heard lightning— I heard thunder— was it raining? I felt dry.
It was 1:42 in the...
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On the Pulse of Morning. Maya Angelou.
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face...
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poetry12.7
sunday is insanity.
monday, mortifying.
tuesday is a tempest.
&wednesday is yet worse.
thursday is no therapy.
friday, in fact, fatal.
saturday should sink.
the week’s a wicked thing.
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poetry12.5
sunday is insanity.
monday, mortifying.
tuesday is a tempest.
&wednesday is yet worse.
thursday is no therapy.
friday, in fact, fatal.
saturday should sink.
the week’s a wicked thing.
i listen to ingrid michaelson sing, far away, far away, i want to go far away, and realize that i cannot bear girls with strawberry curls… i wonder… while combing brown hair, will i catch his warm stare…
will i have a warm stare
to catch?
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busiest life ever.
who told me i could do so much?
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busiest life ever.
who told me i could do so much?
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poetry12.6
crumbs of a girl
in the eyes of a boy;
i am the brown flecks
in your hazel eyes.
your hazy eyes.
your haze.
you are a haze of boy.
you are a blur of beauty.
you are a cloud of cannot-have,
and wanted-to-be,
and thought-we-could,
and should-not-think-of.
and where am i?
in pieces,
sifted through your fingers,
falling to the floor—
you walk over me.
i say you walked all over...
“loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable, [one] false step involves her in...”
– Mary Bennet (Pride & Prejudice, by Jane Austen)
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poetry12.5
it’s pour your soul out friday,
and desire burns within to tell the strangers
of this glowing world
just what goes on within
the searing soul of this poet sister.
whimper my sordid stories,
the sorry thoughts i’ve thought,
the whispered words i’ve wrought with
night in, night out,
through day break,
my brokenness.
what i think of this in-between skin,
this medium...
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holdsunlight asked: I'm about to e-mail your beautiful self. However, since this is after all an ASK box, i feel compelled to ASK something of you:
Name one book you had to read but hated, and explain why you hated it
Name one book you had to read but hated, and explain why you hated it
panem-et-gallia asked: hey! I've been following thepaperdollspeaks for a while, and just started following this blog. I just wanted to say that you seem to have a really sweet spirit, and it shows in your writing. It's really a lovely combination of strength and fragility. Or, perhaps fragility isn't the word I'm looking for... there's a delicacy, a softness, which is just delightful. I look...