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Tue Mar 17, 2020 3:30 am
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bluewaterlily says...



I buried my heart in a glacier
somehow you excavated it
holdin it in your palm, quivering,
melting like an ice cube
keep on melting me
and I promise eventually
I'll slip through your fingers
Last edited by bluewaterlily on Wed Mar 25, 2020 5:41 am, edited 2 times in total.
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Sun Mar 22, 2020 4:18 am
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We’re two towns apart
Thirty minutes away
Divided by a chasm of uncertainty
Our hearts are trenches
Parallel but opposite of each other
Destined not to intersect

I remember the days
we would converge
Like the shore and the sea
Or the sky and the earth at dawn
But now, I’ve pulled away
Receding into myself
Like the tide does
as it peels away from the shore
"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." - W.H. Auden
  





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Wed Mar 25, 2020 5:39 am
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Someone tell me a fairytale: a lie, as I lay in bed at 12 am, nursing a bruised heart.Tell me that the l am the sorceress who puts loneliness under a sleeping curse. Or better yet the crone who can lock it away in a tower. The witch who can dissolves into sea foam.

Tell me that out of the sea foam, I will rise, fully whole, like Venus, lungs bursting with a siren song.

Tell me that I can leave the loneliness at the foot of the woods and shed it like a red cloak.

Tell me that if I just click my heels, I can reach into myself, find the hidden power Glinda promises was buried inside of me. Tell me that I lift the glass coffin and revive it with a kiss of not true love but self love.Tell me I can finally spit up all the frogs I've kissed over the years. Tell me, instead, I can wield my power like Excalibur.

Tell me that there is a way out of this rabbit hole and that I can save Alice too and restore both of us to our full size. Tell me we escape the Queen of Hearts, hand and hand and steal our hearts back.

Tell me that I can trade the garden of roses in full bloom inside my chest for a wall of thorns no sword or prince can cut through.

Tell me that I can have the glass slipper without cutting off my Achille’s heel because it was handblown only for me.

Tell me that that when the clock strikes midnight, I already made it home while the prince danced with another girl.

Tell me that I don’t need the wood cutter any more because I’ve already been inside the wolf and survived, and I can tell you if it is much darker out here.

But don’t tell me they lived happily ever after; just tell me that it gets better
Then the story can end here.
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Thu Mar 26, 2020 2:50 pm
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how to be a girl:

thrust your hands out and lick the scraps thrown into your cupped hands,
laugh as you devour them, tell yourself it's a sprawling feast laid out
just for you and when the crumbs get lodged in your throat,
pretend you are the guest of honor (it will make it easier)
to swallow down the rot like a glass of champagne
put on a smile for them and let your stomach be a vessel,
a garbage receptacle accepting whatever they pour into you
get used to not knowing where the waste starts and your guts end

just open your mouth wide, they way they like and remember
the hollow need gnawing at you (you are starving)
like a baby chick, so when they spoon regurgitated worms
into your wide open mouth, pretend they are kisses

will the hunger pangs away and feast on their satisfaction
because when they turn away, you will tell yourself
if your heart is a least full, your stomach will eventually follow

when you shiver alone in the blizzard hold that thought close
wrap it around your bones and let it kindle your heart
but when the storm passes, don't forget to swallow down the ashes
"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." - W.H. Auden
  





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Mon Mar 30, 2020 5:29 am
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