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Literature Text
Oh,
little godless girl
you talk like
the roots
of your powerhouse
are showing through
your teeth—
you’re no nymph,
or autotroph
breathing &
surviving off
your own carbon
dioxide.
It’s been 64 hours
50 minutes, &
33 seconds
since this whole thing
started
& you’re already falling
apart.
You left your skilless
tongue
in the waste basket
by the bed,
your limbs
spread &
weeping
in the alley.
You are your own
flailing masterpiece
& by definition
your work deserves
no title.
little godless girl
you talk like
the roots
of your powerhouse
are showing through
your teeth—
you’re no nymph,
or autotroph
breathing &
surviving off
your own carbon
dioxide.
It’s been 64 hours
50 minutes, &
33 seconds
since this whole thing
started
& you’re already falling
apart.
You left your skilless
tongue
in the waste basket
by the bed,
your limbs
spread &
weeping
in the alley.
You are your own
flailing masterpiece
& by definition
your work deserves
no title.
Literature
Two Years Later
She asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Literature
This Passes As Poetry
Sometimes I feel,
A particular feeling.
It fills me with feely feels,
And that makes me want to die.
Or maybe cry, or sigh,
Or maybe I'll just lie.
And pass this off as actual poetry...
Literature
with love
i.
sleepwalking with stars
like bulletwounds, tonight
is for wandering and
loving people I’ve never met.
I have a hole in my heart for
the boy on my bus who balances
the world on his chin as he sleeps.
I’m drawn to a sunshine girl leaking
beams every time she opens her
mouth to smile. and still, I follow
a boy who walks across clouds;
I want to ask him to send me up
like a balloon.
ii.
ways I need to be loved:
a hand heavy on my hip to remind me
gravity is more than an ideal, a
soft kiss to bring me back from
other galaxies, a calm whisper
when I’ve run out of words
but the silence is too
much,
iii.
I’m severe
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Wow, brutal.'& by definition your work deserves no title'
But yet I fight it all
To keep myself here
For all I hold dear
I have no idea where that came from.