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I carry the memory of you
like a seashell in my pocket;
when I get too confident,
too comfortable,
too complacent in myself,
I pull you out,
hold you to my ear
and let you remind me
how unworthy I've always been.
like a seashell in my pocket;
when I get too confident,
too comfortable,
too complacent in myself,
I pull you out,
hold you to my ear
and let you remind me
how unworthy I've always been.
Literature
A Poem of No One
he tells me
fix it -
i say it has a face
swamps running down in each of its eyes
weeds in its teeth
with needles for veins
it has a pulse like the tide, rolling in its ears
it snaps the necks of daisies and wonders if there’s an easier way to leave a field
it wants to know why god is everywhere but why there’s only one
angel sitting next to it in english - i say, and
it pours in a cup of its soul until the end isn't bitter
loses its heart with its keys and holds itself out in its hands
until love isn't dead-stiff anymore
it listens to clocks rattle like a box of bones
and notices that it sounds like its heart in the night.
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Literature
Sehnsucht
October again;
and the curtains billow
with broken glass echoes and
Mendelssohn's bride waltzing
to better times
(ein
zwei
drei)
She becomes the rain,
and breaks her own heart as the sound
drips
right through us.
Literature
on seeking solace in strangers
And she felt like home
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
chest,
she was
inexplicable
and
obscene
and
vulgar
and
i loved her for it
i knew
she was a dragon
of a girl
even with
charcoal creases
beneath her eyes
and smudged
vowels
l
e
a
k
i
n
g
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
window sill
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
fold themselves
into the quiet
s p a c e s
around us
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and
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I was really thrown by the end. You did a great job with setting up the atmosphere and then hitting us with that.
I really feel this. It's awful when we let past failures dictate how we speak to ourselves in the present.
I really feel this. It's awful when we let past failures dictate how we speak to ourselves in the present.