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sunforgrace · 3 days ago
not to look the whole “woman coded” discourse right in the eye particularly when it’s long past relevancy but. the emmanuel allen “walked naked out of a lake and right into the arms of someone who made them their wedded spouse” is the born sexy yesterday device in its most tried and true, base form. he took her name.
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april-stranger · 6 days ago
springs follow
i've been living on the blue side of things
it is like my heart has been caught in strings
the look in your eyes - compassion - it stings
don't know what to do with all my sorrow
you could love me more now for tomorrow
maybe i will stop feeling this hollow
- S.
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frankenstein451 · 7 days ago
Stranger, pause and look;    From the dust of ages Lift this little book,    Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die!    Search the fading letters, finding    Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Poet and His Book”, Second April
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frankenstein451 · 7 days ago
   The trees along this city street,        Save for the traffic and the trains,    Would make a sound as thin and sweet        As trees in country lanes.
   And people standing in their shade        Out of a shower, undoubtedly    Would hear such music as is made        Upon a country tree.
   Oh, little leaves that are so dumb        Against the shrieking city air,    I watch you when the wind has come,—        I know what sound is there.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “City Trees”, Second April
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missmcnugget4024 · 7 days ago
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roesavalonsigma · 7 days ago
Oh April
How can people say
April is cruel
More so than any other
When we have winter?
In April we have the flowers
All colors of the rainbow
Divine in their finest hour
In Winter we have snow
Cold to the bone.
In April we have new life
From critters big and small
Some furry some bare
Some with hardened scales.
In Winter we have death
A struggle to survive
Even the predators may
Surely die.
For as the cold strikes
The plants shrivel up
the prey begin to march
Away from the predators
Open jaws.
In April we have plants
Who arises from the darkness
And into the light
Green and lush
As far as the eye.
Which brings our
Four-legged friends
Prey and Predator alike.
In winter we are stuck inside
Cuddle up by the fire
A blanket over our shoulders
Wishing for Summer’s warmth.
In April as the temps
Begin to rise
We venture once more
Into the great outside.
Carrying picnic baskets
Into the sun
While the children
Play ball
Still nightfall.
In Winter we have to rely
On the internet to bid greetings
To friends near and Far
As travel is wary
When ice and snow
are heavy.
In April the roads are clear
Except for the occasional flooding
Making driving not as scary
So traveling opens up
And we embrace friends with a hug.
So once again I inquire
How can April
Be crueler than Winter?
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i-am-rmt · 9 days ago
Brandishing a large knife, you smiled at me, reassuring me it would all be fine.
You scored my flesh over and over again before finally cutting me open and gutting me.
Once inside, you looked around and shrugged, as if I were a real estate venture, and you weren’t impressed.
Finished then, you calmly walked away.
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vwondervwall · 10 days ago
evwerybody say the name of the ex that make them nevwer vwanna date again because you vwere so in lovwe and nowv evwery year evwen decades later on their birthday you just can’t fucking force yourself to do anything but be miserable, i’ll go first
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mattieandmatter · 11 days ago
she runs circles around me,  i let her walk over my keyboard,  let her take all  she wants from me
cat (deux)
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teenknifecrime · 12 days ago
nothing for you
(for Ernest Hemingway) I can feel the gore of the horn down the length of a thigh or partway through a kidney, even though I’ve never grabbed a bull.
or feel the sharp ring of recoil as it leaves a bullet, leaves the barrel, up the musket to contuse the tendon of a shoulder even though I’ve never hunted for sport.
I can even feel the rattle of a car wreck— numb, singing, flashing from the busted window of a pile up.
but those are sensations and I feel them in my hands and the always stop, like the stampede of a white elephant, when I close the book.
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teenknifecrime · 12 days ago
wrong muscles
some times I flex and its weird— not the kind I like, but the rip still comes, the tear, the heal of mass, maybe weight. strong rubber wraps in ropes around weak points, the gaps of every thing I am not.
soon I’ve grown and when I manage to make it to a mirror, I see the faces of every hand that’s ever held a knife to my throat— I feel every slice they left go dim, submit to scar tissue and drown in a hard pile of contempt. buried under the wrong kind of muscle.
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april-stranger · 14 days ago
i called aloud -
equivocal sensations annoyed me.
overcome by closeness,
the shadow stupefied me.
i looked upward - fearful agitation;
my senses, an intolerable murmur to my ears.
human voices, innumerable,
crossed in all directions
- S.
- blackout poem from Tales of Horror by E. A. Poe
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the waves will wash away my sins
with my desires and whims
with my shortcomings and all their faults found
lain in a shallow grave
beyond the reach of my own mind
bury the body in blue sashes and satin scarves
and pray the ocean answers
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bleed me dry and ring the churchbells
let the sounds call out in service of the night
drifting away into a sunless sea
the devils come to collect his debts
and i must pay the price
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quartz-muses · 14 days ago
April was too loud.
And yet too quiet.
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kattra · 15 days ago
What I’m Reading
BOOKS OF APRIL Borne by Jeff VanderMeer Sadie by Courtney Summers (AB) Akata Witch by Nnedi Okarafor Akata Warrior by Nnedi Okarafor  Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski (SS)  Binti by Nnedi Okorafor  Air Awakens by Elise Kova  Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge (NF)  Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay (P) Binti: Home by Nnedi Okorafor Binti: The Night Masquerade by Nnedi Okorafor My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell **  The Pretender’s Crown by C.E. Murphy  Again Again by E. Lockhart Bleach Vol. 51-74 by Tite Kubo (GN) ** 
(61 books read / 150 books goal)
currently reading:  She Walks in Beauty: A Woman’s Journey Through Poems selected by Caroline Kennedy (P)  You Are An Artist: Assignments to Spark Creation by Sarah Urist Green (NF) Dead Astronauts by Jeff VanderMeer Blood of Elves by Andrzej Sapkowski Ariel by Sylvia Plath (P) Shockaholic by Carrie Fisher (NF) Fire Falling by Elise Kova 
* - re-read // ** - 4+ star-rating on my goodreads (recommended) GN - graphic novel // NF - non-fiction // P - poetry SS - short story collection // AB - audiobook 
TBR: New Moon by Stephanie Meyer*  Moloka’i by Alan Brennert  Bunny by Mona Awad Mostly Dead Things by Kristen N. Arnett 
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