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In lucid streets,
the air I take in
to sigh at the marvels
[ - of light
and water
reflecting shadowed rumours - ]
has been stolen.
Instead I am scurrying
with hushed footsteps and a covered mouth
masculine voices slurring behind me,
asking if I'm drunk.
We eventually learn
that even in persecution,
justice might not follow.
We learn to balance
'slut' and 'prude',
'shallow' and 'vain'
[short/tall/fat/skinny/mysterious/revealing].
We learn to clutch car keys like knives
but to not blame the poison for its sting...
...to have a seat at the end of the table
branded, "This is your equality. Quiet Quiet.
Are you happy now?"
the air I take in
to sigh at the marvels
[ - of light
and water
reflecting shadowed rumours - ]
has been stolen.
Instead I am scurrying
with hushed footsteps and a covered mouth
masculine voices slurring behind me,
asking if I'm drunk.
We eventually learn
that even in persecution,
justice might not follow.
We learn to balance
'slut' and 'prude',
'shallow' and 'vain'
[short/tall/fat/skinny/mysterious/revealing].
We learn to clutch car keys like knives
but to not blame the poison for its sting...
...to have a seat at the end of the table
branded, "This is your equality. Quiet Quiet.
Are you happy now?"
Literature
Unhealthy Relationship
Overwhelming emptiness filled my body; all my friends had left me due to me moving away from them all. I believed I was used to moving and leaving everything behind; this had happened before, but it never drove me so far away from reality. My freshman year of high school pushed me past my sanity line. I was the invisible new girl, just a loser wanting to fit in; needing to make friends. I tried to join a group, make new friends, but I was never accepted, never wanted. Then out of the darkness I was lost in, something had finally reached me. It became the only thing that I could trust, the one thing that would never leave me.
This friendship
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A Gentler Truth
I long for a gentler truth. Some reason, some hope, for why tragic ensues. Some God who could hear me, but all that I am is some forgotten little shell in the sand as the ocean swallows these billion living crabs and I'm just an afterthought of a serious plan so I want to be crushed by the weight of the land. By the thoughts of the wicked. By the evil inside. Please don't become what my body finds. You can flee from a ghost. You can flee from a home. To flee from yourself is an unfading chokehold. I look forward to the day my life drains away I see why Christianity believes demons are made. I'd rather have a deadly bounty Then this self-set hatred about me. That way I could let the assassin set in Instead of letting my own self-hatred win. I'd bloodlet these thoughts, bleed the evil away I'd heal and I'd heal though the wind and decay. I'd watch the sun rise and blind my own way. I'd vomit vaccine until nothing remained. I'd scrub myself clean till nothing could stay. I'd bleach out
Literature
imsorryican'tstoptellingyouhowmuchiloveyou
i can keep telling you i love you every day
but every time i do, i feel like i'm simultaneously losing
pieces of my heart.
you brush it off
like i don't mean anything to you.
like i never meant anything to you.
i wonder if i'll ever mean something to you again.
you said you knew what you wanted but
i know whatever it is no longer includes me.
and i know myself; i'm weak when it comes to you so
even though i've been thinking lately about how i
wont be foolish enough to fall back
in love with you
not even all that deep down, i'm sure
that i will.
but i can't keep telling you i love you every day.
because every time i do, i'm losing mor
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Poignant piece. Even so, I do feel a bit of a disconnect between the first stanza, lovely as it may be, and the rest of the poem. While it's well-written and stylistically interesting (loving your experimentation lately, by the way), it just does not seem to connect to the issue the rest of the poem is concerned with.