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[pagansphinx]

April is National Poetry Month (In the U.S. anyway)

Emily Dickinson (American,1830-1886)

Emily Dickinson was a poet whose work was not widely known until after her death. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into an affluent, influential family. Her grandfather was a founder of the prestigious Amherst College and her father was a Massachusetts legislator in the U.S. Congress.

Emily Dickinson briefly attended college at what was then Mount Holyoke Women's Semanary and currently known Mount Holyoke College — a prestigious women's college in South Hadley, Massachusetts. Contrary to common perception, Emily only became a complete recluse later in life, around 1860, though she rarely left her hometown of Amherst. She was devoted to her family and baked bread daily for them. She and her younger sister Lavinia were very close and her brother Austin and his wife and children lived next door to the Dickinson home in what is called The Evergreens.

Emily Dickinson's reclusive period was also her most artistically productive. She collected her poems on pieces of paper which she would then sew together as a form of binding. These little books were discovered by her sister shortly after Emily's death in 1886. The first volume of her poems was published in late 1890.

Emily Dickinson is now considered one of the finest and most original poets in the English language.

Sources:

The Emily Dickinson Museaum

The Poetry Foundation

EmilyDickinson.net

Otis Allen Bullard (American, 1816-1853) • Emily Elizabeth, Austin, and Lavinia Dickinson • c. 1840

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - (591)

I heard a Fly buzz– when I died–

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air –

Between the Heaves of Storm–

The Eyes around– had wrung them dry–

And Breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset– when the King

Be witnessed– in the Room–

I willed my Keepsakes– Signed away

What portions of me be

Assignable– and then it was

There interposed a Fly–

With Blue– uncertain– stumbling Buzz–

Between the light– and me –

And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see–

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[kaileythepoet]

As the world goes on

and on

I find myself wondering

when I will catch up to everyone.

A fire burns around

me, but I am cold inside

unable to warm.

Outside, the world

continues as if I

were never there at all.

-kaileythepoet

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[theamoristwriter]

"It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection" ~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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[ardent-reflections]

Every moment is a poem if you hold it right.

Lauren Zuniga

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[sweeterguh]

January’s Prayer By Eunique Yvette

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[raggedyfink]

B.W.B (Basic White Bitches)

Basic white bitches

With their glasses

And mousy femcel fashion sense

Smug mode of speaking

And worst of all

Their fake intellectualism

That they spout on social media

Like a fake Socrates

Indulging in their nihilism

And judgement towards other women

That enables

Fascism

White supremacy

Misogyny

All in the name of

“Social commentary”

And

“The state of the world”

Bruh

Bitches like YOU

Enable the white patriarchy

That you pretend to care about

By being a stupid redditor

By posting those bullshit

Lana Del Rey quotes

Sad girl bullshit

“Femcel bpd girl interrupted syndrome

Dark academia moodboard Plath

Nabokov waif female hysteria”

Whatever the fuck you call that nonsense

I don’t care that you’ve opted out of

Dating men and sex

I don’t even think a butch lesbian

Would want to fuck you

Because no one wants

To fuck a buzzkill

Who lives as a permanent victim

Of the patriarchy

Whenever male oppression happens

Do you want to know what one of my

Indigenous Mexican ancestors did when men gave her shit?

She chased them with knives

And became aggressive and shit

Do you know why Mexican women are

Stereotyped as crazy?

That’s why

Stop being passive in your own

Oppression

And actually channel

Your “feminine rage”

And fight the real systems of oppression

Instead of crying about it on social media

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[white-nosie]

Faded away

in the background unheard

not visible

Eardrums splitting from the screams yet no one seems to care

can you hear my cries for help? for I am screaming as loud as I can

Are you here?

for all we hear

are wispers in here

Fading away in the background unheard, invisiable

yet its there, not loud enough not noticable, but there

White noise

blank and pure in the background

faded away, yet so clear

Just need to listen

so open you ears shes screaming for help but its muted to your ears

So open 'em up and listen to the calls

for faded away in the background

not visable, not clear

but its there

White Noise

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[that-twenties-blog]

November 29th, 2022 | Him (Them) Interlude

Nostalgia has a way of bulldozing over memory.

I need isolation to remember you fully.

Secrets super impose themselves on environment.

Maybe that’s why you only come when I’m alone.

What is it about mutual solitude that perverses?

Or, does solitude simply magnify

the wrongness we already were?

Or, were we simply wrong for each other?

Simply unlucky.

The secrets

I long for

in the dark:

Your ghost

The wrongness

I seek out

the thrill.

Superimposed.

Environment

is the past.

Is me

drowning

My sense of self

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[inmy-wonderland]

milk & honey

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[thisispiperspeaking]

Wild horses

They run around me, stamping in a circle

They run faster and faster and I dance to the beat of their hooves

Waving my arms around

I stamp my feet too

Their black mane blends into the dust and the purple sky falls on us

Take me away, I’ll forget my name and together we’ll become wild animals

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[pagansphinx]

Florine Stettheimer (American, 1877-1944) • The Cathedrals of Broadway • 1929 • Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City

Women's History Month

A poem inspired by Florine Stettheimer's painting The Cathedrals of Broadway :

The World, Starring You

By Naomi Shihab Nye

Florine, we would live inside your colors! Red joy, golden rushes of hope, the 1929 we will never see. Names of radiant theaters flame your sky – RIALTO – ROXY –citizens mingling in pearls, top hats, inside a glittering flare. Where have they gone? a ticket booth waits like a small domed mosque. An usher – or is he a policeman ? – wearing white gloves and yellow capepivots between welcome and EXIT. Even the mayor looks smart. Frills and flgs, banners,tiny dancing sprites . . .You painted the flurry and flux, abundant addresses of Broadway welcoming crowds. I like the fanfare, the dreamy dazzle, canopies of light! Florine, the early 20th century chimed like a chord, but we are hobblers at the millennium, cleaning out our drawers, nothing looks enough like you. The age of gracious penmanship was yours. Balance your globe on tipsy clock, lift the darkness with arches and stars. And ever, ever, a roped-off fluted SILENCE at the center. Take us where you were and where you are.

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[hakunamatatab-itchh]

YoU

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[theamoristwriter]

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant

just an appendage, live to attend him

so that he never lifts a finger

twenty-four-seven baby machine

so he can live out his picket fence dreams

it's not an act of love if you make her

you make me do too much labour

~ Paris Paloma, Labour

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[mackdapoet]

Secrets

How didn’t she know? All those sleepless nights. Those long days when all we did was cry. There wasn’t much hiding there,no room for privacy. It was chaotic at all times from the moment the garage made a sound. Or was it as I looked out the window and shivered every time a car passed. I remember trying to make myself evaporate before the front door rushed open. Yet, she always seemed to see me I thought. I can still feel the energy shift as every room was inspected of flaw. I still play the game of walking as light as possible, and jump too every time wood makes a sound. Rare when I wasn’t being criticized for not meeting expectations, so how didn’t she notice the wounds he left behind ?

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[saphiratotheotherside]

Soho Dinners

I breathe Love 

Dance of particles through my legs 

Walk that walk

Embrace the tree branches and rose gardens

Safe in the sky's mesmerising voice

It's you that I hear 

Amidst the noise of the city 

It's you that I claim

To come and save me

Let's go to dinner

Play husband & wife

Decorate Soho with our undying desire

The feeling of immortality is common between lovers 

Eternal childlike attitude towards solving problems

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[halocline4]

when you do not contact me i maliciously hope you are not doing well.

when i don’t see the light of your windows,

i do hope

that you are bored listening to your cool friend

or tired

or out of coke to feel fun.

when i am standing strong

or rather lying or sitting

moderately resistant

to the temptation of making sure

you are still there alive

i hope that you are not bored

that you found someone

or someone found you -

good luck with that tho.

that way

the parting would be mellowed

by the bittersweet refusal

of any responsibility

for single-handedly

fucking things up.

it would kind of excuse

your unwillingness

to be with me.

because it might look like

(in my self-preserving delusion)

that it was just not made to happen.

and spare

from flagellating

meself:

hunting for blackheads

of my personality‘s

imperfections;

and demagoguing about

what could have i fixed

to witness it functioning,

to contemplate

the denkbild

of me

being worthy

of you

even imagining

the slightest chance

of falling in love

in actual

not drunken

fucked up high

but actual

falling in actual

goddamn you fucking insecure narcissist

of falling in love with me

second half of 2022

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