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izzy-w
Canadian everything's going to be okay / / you can follow me on twitter @unflinchingizzy / and i encourage you to write me love / poems @ [email protected]
morning came like someone spilled a crate of mangos though my window that was my first thought this morning the rest of today i am nearly unable to speak because everything out of my mouth is grammaradical somewhat-poetry and when people ask what’s up all i can say is that “i am quivering with emotion” haha…. okay izzy when i look at the sky i’m thinking of like, idk, shattered shotglasses and robin hood arrows in a sack on my back to pin down whimsy and hope quivers full of emotion i don’t want to talk and that never happens but i can’t remember what words look like because i’m too busy tasting them this part of the world feels too small please i’m ready to leave or let poets sleep in my bed haha… okay izzy
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
// it’s not a problem though
you made her a goddess you made her a woman i cried the day you realized what you’d done
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
// pretty good photography
i wanted to work on my long form poetry so i sat down to write a poem about all the ways i love you because i know there’s a hundred thousand and surely i could fill up forty lines or so at least with all your lovely self but actually this is what it came down to: you make me want to write love poems. (what else is there to say?) one day i will learn to crack words open so they sing you like i want to sing you without you ever hearing me singing you alone at night singing my heart for you and about you singing about how my heart is when you take your socks off being there, full singing love, among other things but no matter how i roll over in my bed you’re so close that without these walls i could hear you breathe
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
// an inbetweeny medium-length poem
i’m tearing my hair in half for you!!! i’m tearing myself in half for you two!!! YOU MAKE MY HEART SWELL AND MY ARMS HOLLOW!!! YOU MAKE MY GRAVEDY TWIST TO THE GROUND!!! the more you like eachother the more youboth like me and i like that!!! LET’S HUG FOREVOR UNDER THE STARS!!! i like kissing everyone and touching everything and the stars!!! i like kissing the stars!!! i like kissing the stars in half!!! i like a lot of tHINGS OKay!!! GO BE HAPY YOU HAPY BUNNYS
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
// Tonight I Am Eight Years Old!!! I Am Wearing Sneakers!!! We Are All In Sneakers!!!
how many children have stood on these same stairs and looked up at that bleeding jesus, afraid? let them never burn your books let them never move that chair away from the cabinet where you rest your drinks let them never teach me that there is nothing of value in god
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
// blessing
dead plants and concrete and awful awful skinless things in each brown eye in every silence start screa ming
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
// i went to new jersey and all i got was this lousy skyline
Emily wants to be a Prince when she grows up. Emily knows that wind comes from trees waving their branches when they dance to sunsongs, stirring the air up, and when Emily looks at the beach she knows that seals are just narwhals without horns and narwhals are just unicorns that forgot to get on the Ark when God drowned the world in His tears (so He gave them tails instead of hooves and let them swim in all His misery forever). Emily parts her hair on the side so she can be a Prince when she grows up. She parts her hair on the side and wears leggings and a little green hat and runs bare-chested through the forest catching fairies and on clear nights Emily can see her moonshadow and they dance together, four and forty feet tall. Prince Emily has a cardboard castle. It used to be a house but Emily took some crayons and drew herself crown moulding and flower boxes because she wants to be a Prince when she grows up and she took that box and brought it under the electric fence and past the cow field to the (rapidly disappearing on account of those mysterious trucks that drive by at night) forest and to her very favourite spot by the stream. Maybe she’s there right now, looking at the water and wishing it would ever even in the summer grow warm enough to swim. Maybe she’s there right now, with her chest bare and her hair blonde and her eyes huge and blue and her face messy with berry juice because there’s no-one to tell her to wipe her chin and no-one to tell her to grow her hair long like the other girls. So Prince Emily parts her hair on the side and talks to Peter Pan and Robin Hood and her own shadow and sometimes God.
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
// Prince Emily
Emily wants to be a Prince when she grows up. Emily knows that wind comes from trees waving their branches when they dance to sunsongs, stirring the air up, and when Emily looks at the beach she knows that seals are just narwhals without horns and narwhals are just unicorns that forgot to get on the Ark when God drowned the world in His tears (so He gave them tails instead of hooves and let them swim in all His misery forever). Emily parts her hair on the side so she can be a Prince when she grows up. She parts her hair on the side and wears leggings and a little green hat and runs bare-chested through the forest catching fairies and on clear nights Emily can see her moonshadow and they dance together, four and forty feet tall. Prince Emily has a cardboard castle. It used to be a house but Emily took some crayons and drew herself crown moulding and flower boxes because she wants to be a Prince when she grows up and she took that box and brought it under the electric fence and past the cow field to the (rapidly disappearing on account of those mysterious trucks that drive by at night) forest and to her very favourite spot by the stream. Maybe she’s there right now, looking at the water and wishing it would ever even in the summer grow warm enough to swim. Maybe she’s there right now, with her chest bare and her hair blonde and her eyes huge and blue and her face messy with berry juice because there’s no-one to tell her to wipe her chin and no-one to tell her to grow her hair long like the other girls. So Prince Emily parts her hair on the side and talks to Peter Pan and Robin Hood and her own shadow and sometimes God.
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my city crumbles and won’t return my phone call fine then be that way whatever
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
// five one four hollaaaaa
well if im going to be a fking flower **** roses and orckids let me be an wiled flower ugly and free for the porest of lovers to give to their sweethearts embed my love into the soil, i want to bloome you a new wiled heart i want you to kno what love means like you didnt before wiled flowers grow where they want to they dont even care!! who cares!! feral flowers have hearts too sometimes
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
// wiled flower
god i just did it! i got so ******* feral i didn’t care about iyou for a momnent””””””””’ i felt fayrull *faerill *f ehrel *feral in the teeth and in the heart when youre feral you can do anything and anyone””””””””””””””” wishlist: - i want to pull your hair ferally - i want to slap you in the face ferally - i wantyou to love it with feral passion when i bite you with my fehrel *fayrehl *feral teeth questions: - what does it feel like to not have a conscunce? - what does it feel like to **** someone and then refuse to look them in the eye - what does it feel to **** someone withot them knowing”””””’ i want to get feral and know i could do all those thing s but wont because i want to love the wurl d ferally and everything in it with my teeht and nails”””””””’
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
// feral feels fantastic