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His Daughter's WaltzI am young and I am fierce, Father. But not so young As you remember me, and not so fierce.His Daughter's Waltz
I will always fall down, Father.
This heart of mine, (your heart) Too filled with love and longing Is bound to break.
But I will grow, Father. I am young and I am fierce. I will learn.
by ~robinhoodx1030x
Roethke PoemSay: kisses fall swift As tamarack forests, swinging their limbs as they go. Thoughts turn to him. If no one is there then why can I still Hear the whistling?Roethke Poem
Say: belief only grows On the north side of a hot Throat. "You are my rock." Red threats welded into circle Shaped brands, fearful hocks That shudder and stamp.
Say: blue slag curves Up beyond the horizon line, carves Little delicate holes to find Cool shoots of light and air. Breath turns into poems Freshly cut and wrapped in tin foil.
by ~robinhoodx1030x
A Letter from His MistressHe no longer comes easy to a smile, You have made damn well sure of that. I’ve met Those tired eyes of his; I’ve heard him while He’s feeling shitty, biting back regret. He’s afraid to leave, your claws are so deep Threatening to shred his life to hell. Then Every night it’s whiskey so he can sleep Because you’ve kicked him to the couch again. He cannot despise you yet, but I can. I will loathe you to your littlest toe, Every single fucking breath you take and I am counting the days until you go. And in the end I’ll wonder if you knew: &A Letter from His Mistress
by ~robinhoodx1030x
Hunger PainsWhen was the last time you took a breath And tasted happiness? Not the evaporated shit You’ve been chugging for years, but honest-to-Vishnu, Straight-from-the-teat happiness?Hunger Pains
Look at this Logic once more. See his Nazi mustache, his rows of buttons: Shiny, black, aligned. You are a Chinese princess, feelings so tightly bound you can’t walk.
Oh, I understand.
Cling to your probabilities and theorems, Embrace them as the cold bedfellows they are. And pretend, when you wake alone, That the ache in your belly is just hunger.
by ~robinhoodx1030x
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"That's the funny thing about memory, isn't it? We are not what we remember of ourselves, we are what people say we are. They project upon us their convictions. We are nothing but blank screens."
I'm actually gunna be around Portsmouth for Memorial weekend so I can either get it to you then or mail it whenever.
*mucho love*
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"You cheap factualist bitch! Go and never darken my rumpus room again!" -William S. Burroughs
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Moonlight shines on the dew-dappled ruby walls, that confine me
To my own prision, help me, or I shall die in ruby red
My blood shall shed, and run with the ground
But no one shall know of my depart
For in my prision, the walls have long been stained
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