I need to get some more of my fucking self respect back.
Writing on the Wall
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Michael Ondaatje, from ‘The English Patient’
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I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
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How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.
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untitled by button face on Flickr.
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every year, my mom asks for a letter from all of us for christmas. the past two years I have been late or neglected to even write one. this year, I plan to write her a poem.
I am my mother’s child
for she gave everything for me
some kids
they were accidents
told so at every chance
every argument
but my momma
they tell me everyday that i was wanted
that for years little souls came and went
before they could grow
just so mine could butt it’s way in
these days there’s not a lot of good I can see
but sometimes I still look in the mirror
and tell myself again and again
you were wanted
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favorite poem, haha, i wanted this to be my vows once.
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Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.
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