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how come everytime
i'm depressed
i end up writing a poem about you?
it's not just you -
it's any
you
in my life
the same old
pathetic reason
because of what i
roll into a ball
and cry
(or fuck)
myself to sleep.
masturbation
is a way
to preserve my freedom
from the will of men.
and i do, i do, i do
ten times every night
until my nails dig deeper into my flesh
and i start crying again
my great pool of tears
i'm crying myself a shelter to crawl into.
remember, we were a fabric
made in the workshop of heaven
but now it is torn and
whoever tore us
(destiny, fate, faith, love)
kept you in their hand
and threw me on the street
so now i'm waiting
for someone to pick me up
or for rain to wash me away
because god knows
i have no strength left in me to pick myself up.
i'm depressed
i end up writing a poem about you?
it's not just you -
it's any
you
in my life
the same old
pathetic reason
because of what i
roll into a ball
and cry
(or fuck)
myself to sleep.
masturbation
is a way
to preserve my freedom
from the will of men.
and i do, i do, i do
ten times every night
until my nails dig deeper into my flesh
and i start crying again
my great pool of tears
i'm crying myself a shelter to crawl into.
remember, we were a fabric
made in the workshop of heaven
but now it is torn and
whoever tore us
(destiny, fate, faith, love)
kept you in their hand
and threw me on the street
so now i'm waiting
for someone to pick me up
or for rain to wash me away
because god knows
i have no strength left in me to pick myself up.
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The Gentlemen's Alliance #1
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When you first meet him, you don't like Mr. Sensible much. But he can carry good conversation and he admits he has a smile he saves just for you. He never has to chase you because unlike most men he can keep up. You go out together without the company of others as frie
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my father lived in India
my father is a man of many colors.
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he s
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Expiration
With you I always feel like I’m
trying
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
and how
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell yo
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and yeah, i have no idea how to say goodbye to you
*title: a song by Francoise Hardy
*masturbation line inspired by Erica Jong's ''Fear of Flying''
*title: a song by Francoise Hardy
*masturbation line inspired by Erica Jong's ''Fear of Flying''
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Nice notion. That masturbation is one way of preserving "freedom from the will of" others. Men and women alike.
The only line I didn't like was the one about your doomed relationship being "made in the workshop of heaven". Up until that point, I was rooting for you in all your wretched, totally real and random hurt. That kind of fluffy nonsense (destiny and especially "heaven") has no place here.
The only line I didn't like was the one about your doomed relationship being "made in the workshop of heaven". Up until that point, I was rooting for you in all your wretched, totally real and random hurt. That kind of fluffy nonsense (destiny and especially "heaven") has no place here.