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Everything here is so fucking
loud and this dragon eyed girl
doesn’t feel like filtering
anymore.
She doesn’t want to answer
the phone today, either, so-
she stuffs her ears with
silence, and
her mouth with new
names
as she kisses
swollen knees.
She’s pondering
socks now too
with
their mixed &
matched indecency.
Real ladies wouldn’t
dare step outside
wearing one pink
& one green sock,
only,
but she’s no lady.-
A red lipped hermit
holding a knife to her
own throat, screaming-
writewritewritewrite
idareyou!
maybe,
who embraces
the sun and
the rain on her face
for the first time
in weeks.
Oh poets with your
pretty words and
old souls,
this is what true
writers block
looks like.
loud and this dragon eyed girl
doesn’t feel like filtering
anymore.
She doesn’t want to answer
the phone today, either, so-
she stuffs her ears with
silence, and
her mouth with new
names
as she kisses
swollen knees.
She’s pondering
socks now too
with
their mixed &
matched indecency.
Real ladies wouldn’t
dare step outside
wearing one pink
& one green sock,
only,
but she’s no lady.-
A red lipped hermit
holding a knife to her
own throat, screaming-
writewritewritewrite
idareyou!
maybe,
who embraces
the sun and
the rain on her face
for the first time
in weeks.
Oh poets with your
pretty words and
old souls,
this is what true
writers block
looks like.
Literature
Indoctrination
Let me tell you this:
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
Literature
confessions of a misguided poet
certain things in my mind
would be better left unsaid,
such as:
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
my picture.
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
l
Literature
2014
January.
she has maybe five new year’s resolutions
and they all sit heavily on her shoulders.
she takes a step and smiles at a pretty boy
and three of them slide off.
February.
he gives her chocolate at the right time
and smiles at the right times.
so she lets him take off her clothes,
and lets him stay the night.
March.
march is spent sticking fingers down
her throat, twisting
in a way she swore she forgot.
her boyfriend breaks up with her.
he wouldn’t have if she wasn’t—
if she was—
April.
it’s like this:
she gets out of the hospital
when they think she’s survived her april showers.
she’
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"as she kisses
swollen knees." this struck me as very good description. You present the frustration very effectively.
swollen knees." this struck me as very good description. You present the frustration very effectively.