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cate marvin poetry
A Brief Attachment
I regard your affection, find your teeth have
left me a bruise necklace. The lipstick marks
leech a trail, ear to ear, facsimile your smile.
Your 40 ounces of malt beverage, your shrink
hate, your eyes dialing 911. The hearts you
draw with ballpoint on my cigarette packs
when I’ve left the room, penned in your girl’s
cursive, ( Read more... ) -
oh youth oh folly!
then the voice in my head said
WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE
OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS
REVOLT AGAINST IT
WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE
- from "Guilty of Dust" by Frank Bidart
to know that someone so truly believes in this gives me much hope.
as for now, i'm semi-enjoying being a sloth (add thirty pounds to june rina and then you'll recognize me!)
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Cyril Wong
After deep loss, what does the heart
learn that it has not already understood
about regret? When all light finally
forsakes a room, do we take the time
to interrogate the dark, and to what end?
I read an article about him in TIME Magazine so I decided to look him up and lo and behold, excellence.
AFLOAT IN A DRESS TOO LARGE
There is a road behind
the eyes ( Read more... ) -
memeya na! (haha whut)
Go to Google images
Search up your answer
Pick one image from the first page
And post.
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wally alligator is the singing alligator in the swamp
on an entirely different note:
Excerpts from the article WHAT MAKES US MORAL from the most recent TIME issue:
"The madness would lie instead in the fact that both of those qualities, the savage and the splendid, can exist in one creature, one person, often in one instant."
"The deeper that science drills into the substrata of behavior, the harder it ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
i was reciting this poem and then i gasped before saying the last two lines
mon semblable - my likeness
(from theysaid)
Mon Semblable by Stephen Dunn
I like things my way
every chance I get.
A limit doesn't exist
when it comes to that.
But please, don't confuse
what I say with honesty.
Isn't honesty the open yawn
the unimaginative love
more than truth?
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Henri Cole
Harvard Classics
It is the hour of lamps.
On our knees my mother
and I, still young, color
with crayons threadbare nap
on the livingroom rug.
Though there is no money,
no one seems to care. We
are self-possessed as bugs
waving their antennae
through cracks in the kitchen's
linoleum floor. When
Father begins to read
from the red gilt volume
in his lap, a ( Read more... ) -
the life of an out-of-school-youth = endless television
TYRA BANKS OH GOD
i absolutely LOVE your show
and your idiotic antics
and your even more idiotic statements
jesus christ i would kill for those idiotic statements
it feels so goddamn liberating
(i don't care what the fuck all of you think)
to google this:
"tyra banks stupid"
or this:
"tyra banks dumb"
so please keep grilling your guests
keep inviting those ( Read more... ) -
let it die
this post is for alfie, who needs it (cheer up, kid!)
and who also needs to borrow my breakfast of champions
instead of posting poetry, i decided to post
my favorite excerpts from kurt vonnegut's books
Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance. Hocus Pocus
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It ( Read more... )
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