girloftheskyWhisper

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MantraI have become stone. I used to be soft, open, passionate. But somewhere I looked up to find I am made of tortoise shell, a million years old. I am full of emotions, they're just buried too deep to find- maybe I never had them in the first place or maybe they have just fossilized. I am a mother, without my child. I am not a daughter, though my mother is still alive (define alive). I am spiritual, but I have lost religion, Buddha, Jesus, and Allah are not contradictory to me. I am selfish, and self-serving, but I love - just in my own way - flawed.
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Mar 21, 2015
My Mom's PlatesMy Mom's plates / given to me weeks ago, / remain in the trunk of my car.
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Mar 21, 2015
Countries Developing Developing CountriesThere is a place in Colombia / where kids have proven / they can educate themselves better than you can.
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Mar 21, 2015
Ligeia SirenRetreat into the palms / my dearest red-haired siren. / (It's always red hair isn't it, Ross?)
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Mar 21, 2015
"What Do You Want From (Your) Poetry?"My poetry is like a sneeze it pops into my head and I write it down and its a relief its purpose changes to express millions of things I don't have much control and I don't ant to the main underlying purpose is selfish my poetry is for me i don't care if you read it or understand it my fingers itch and words keep pummeling my brain so I write to shut them up and every so often it comes out well I never sit down to write a poem and i hate writing it more than once it punches me in the middle of the grocery store leaving me panicking for paper and pen
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Mar 21, 2015
Little DoveMy little dove has never been good to me. / It halts and stops / at the best parts.
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Mar 21, 2015
HungoverI vomit onto the page / and it is poetry
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Mar 21, 2015
1There is a tree on the street corner / all twisted and stunted and ugly / sitting on an empty lot surrounded by
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Mar 21, 2015
LegosThe world is ending today, / the sky is falling in clumps. / It was just a bunch of LEGOS after all.
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Nov 5, 2014
SeatbeltsWhy do kids think they are so damn indestructible, / When the whole wide world / Is just waiting to pounce?
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Oct 8, 2014
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