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as a girl who is literally just a girl i am always yearning. always longing always missing always wearing my heart on my sleeve. always feeling like my heart is on the verge of exploding. the sight of the sun makes me cry. anyway

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Sylvia Plath // D. Antoinette Foy

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Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova

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Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction

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I used to pray every night

Eyes strained against their velvet blankets

Little fingers hugging their sisters

I used to pray every night

And beg God to keep my mother safe,

And my father-

I guess I should include my sister (I can hear her sleeping in the next room, and my mom would be so upset if she knew I left her out)

Ame-but what if God is like a Genie.

What if his clouds and harps are just smoke and lamps hidden behind big churches and loud organs?

What if all the people I don't pray to Save

are all doomed the moment I

forget them?

I pray again.

Please God keep my mom

(I got her full name for you and your angels, God)

my dad (i made sure to double check which order his middle name is in)

my sister, my aunt's on both sides and all my uncles, grandma and grandpa, nanny and papa, all my cousins, please God I beg for their safety.

Amen

The next night

I pray to God again

I used to pray every night

But now

It's been many nights

Since prayer or fervent reverence has pushed its way through my lips.

A bull looking for the man holding the red flag.

Smokes and mirrors feel an awful lot like heavenly bliss now that I'm older

I've learned that Sometimes

A Genie and a lamp

is more than you can hope for

And there are worse things to pray for

I know that god

Does not exist

But sometimes, in the dead of night

When I feel the dirt filling my throat as the church organs play and the wailing begin

I wish I could bring myself

To close my eyes against satin sheets

To bring sisters together

And say

Amen

#first poem #poetry #beginner artist #its pretty rough but i need to start somewhere #fully went a different direction than i meant it to

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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Zeina Hashem Beck, “Savage Sonnet”

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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

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song of the anti-sisyphus by Chen Chen

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I'm feeling the consequences of my actions

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@redpi11 // Anaïs Nin // @kfkx // Jennifer Willoughby, "The Sun is Still a Part of Me" // Jorge Luis Borges, "A New Refutation of Time" // Euripides, Medea (trans. Oliver Taplin) // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Keaton St. James, "September Affirmation (Don't Be Afraid)" // @kfkx // Czeslaw Milosz, "Late Ripeness" (trans. Robert Haas)

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Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.