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To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
- Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions, 1937-52, trans. Ruth L.C. Simms (via proustitute)
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Forgive me for not
writing for so long, I’ve been
right beside you…
- Dean Young, from “Sleep Cycle” (via proustitute)
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Afterward, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.
- Maxine Kumin, from “After Love” (via proustitute)
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This hope is sere.
This hope is severe.
What you ruin ruins you, too
and so you hope for favor.
I mean I do.
- Liz Waldner, from “Semblance: Screens” (via proustitute)
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If I chose to remain alone, what I longed for
was solitude, not this kind of waiting,
my soul shattered on the horizon,
these lines, these colours, this silence.
- George Seferis, from “Mythistorema,” trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard (via proustitute)
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You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. ..It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
- Henry Rollins (via sylvanslang)
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Brutal
for you to parade
in a body
in the same
room where I dream you.
- Andrea Cohen, from “Brutal” (via proustitute)
10 Significant Life Events
My woman’s lit teacher is making us come up with the 10 most significant things that have happened in our life and present them to the class. I have come up with two lists; one that is actually my life and one that I am presenting to the class.
Actual List
- Mom diagnosed with MS
- Kicked out of ballet
- Start swimming
- Start self-harming
- Meet Jacob
- Stop self-harming
- Discover Feminism
- Get my heart broken
- Get my heart broken (again)
- Jeff comes out/whole situation.
School List
- Born
- Mom diagnosed with MS
- Start swimming
- Win first forensics trophy
- Meet Jacob
- Discover feminism
- Meet Jeff
- Get a 5 on the AP Psych exam
- Discover tumblr
- Campaigned for Virg Benero
Annnnnd, the lists only have three things in common. Wow, I have more secrets than I thought…
I really like this assignment! I want to do mine:
- Mother divorced
- Started school
- Entered special education classes
- Was adopted
- Discovered my own mortality.
- Made best friend.
- Lost best friend.
- Skipped 11th grade
- Got with partner.
- Went to college.
this is a stunning thing to do. Here’s mine:
- parents divorce/violence
- being an outsider throughout school
- violence by mother and her partners
- being left by father
- depression/self-harming
- first therapy
- finding and keeping best friend
- making it through studies with help
- loving and believing in myself
- realizing that my mother will do everything for me
girlcrushes are so intense.
they’re all kisses that taste like baby aspirin and green stomach bile and airplane crashes in your heart. they are never ever simple, like the way boys touch you and let you smoke their weed. they’re twisted up like pincurls and snuggled together like two-headed siamese twins licking tongues pink like candy and sweet as caramel apple original sin, and i want to break your bones as much as i want to let you in.
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They used to hang women like me,
strange fruit on the poplar tree.
They used to own women like me,
necessary accessories.
They used to burn women like me,
to quell the fires of liberty.
In the blessed fertile crescent,
they still stone women like me.
And one day you will say,
“Just look at her now!”
I’m not yours anymore.
- ”Where The River Ends” by Otep (via kaykayvee)
Poetry 365: The poet sees the thing you cannot name, Allison Chopin ↘
Her language mimics yours, but it isn’t the same.
Sounds are softer, longer, rhythmic.
You carry the world around in pieces and snapshots,
She sees it all at once in blurs, and that is enough.
Those strange scenes you dream?
Visions of unsolved mysteries,
The dancing bliss, the envy that…
Poetry 365: The Ossuary, Sasha Geffen ↘
At her funeral, my grandmother
grinned at me with paper faces.
“These are
my ashes for you
to swallow,”
she said.
She’d tended a garden
of candles and black flowers,
of bone chandeliers.
It’s beautiful, once
you smell it. The veins
in the ivy shiver
when touched.
I’d take whole…
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Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
by Raul Gutierrez
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
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Curiosity
I sometimes wonder
if instinct kicked in
if your feet kicked,
or if you just hung there
and didn’t fight it
(because you’d wanted it
for so long)
I sometimes wonder
if your neck broke
or if you suffocated
if you saw spots
or if your eyes were shut
what image played in
your mind those last few
moments
(and how many moments
did it take?)
I sometimes wonder
were you crying
and what were you thinking
(if you were thinking at all)
if you took your glasses off
if you were wearing green
how much air was between
your feet and the ground
if you hoped that someone
would save you in time
what kind of rope you used
if it burned your skin
and would it be so
fucking unreasonable
to burn every rope I find
I sometimes wonder
what I was dreaming about
why I wasn’t with you
and if you were mad at me
and if you hate me
and if this will always hurt
so numbingly much.
- Virginia Tamez
