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mercutioux
mercutioux
American and with shaking hands she sat down at her desk to write
if he was the sun, and you the moon, it is no wonder the fates were not with you. those lovers blind the world when they meet. -but you can still taste his name on your lips
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
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my mother taught me to be the artist, not the art piece to be not the inspiration, but the inspired, and i lived my life according to this law believing wholeheartedly that i would be taken seriously and noticed for my talents and not cast aside, labeled "silly girl" and left to gather dust i was raised to be the sculptor not the sculpture to be the water drip drip dripping down the concrete infrastructure, causing calamity over quiet and shaping the world of men and mice i was raised in hopes of change and singing songs of strength and rage mind over matter, or so i was told i was raised and taught, so clearly and so bravely that i was not made of porcelain and glass waiting for a man to pick me up off of the shelf and dust me off and fit me for an equally delicate life as a housemaid and as a wife but as a beast of earth and bone and blood as a force of wind and fire i was to be the winds of change for the brave new world that we could live in and be happy in the poster child for intellectuals and politicians, for scientists and mathematicians, for white and male dominated career-holders to stop and stare at and say "that's the girl who isn't content to sit at home" "that's the future" and here is what i say to them most girls aren't content to sit at home, most want to explore, most are searching and scavenging for books and dreams and wishing that someday they can find the land of opportunity and liberty for all but most girls are dragged into the kitchen and home, kicking and screaming, biting and crying, and forced to work until the iron that they were once made of rusts and falls apart, cracking like the dams they could've destroyed with their might most girls are told they are worth less than their male counterparts, and this escalates from them seeing themselves as "worth less" to "worthless" and rotting them from the inside out most girls are taught to be the muse and not the artist and i am sick and tired of being taught i am "better" than most girls because i was taught vice versa do not praise me, instead fix society, and that will be thanks enough teach these girls their worth lies, not in the price of their pearls and not even in the secret philosophies they have in their minds, but in their hearts teach these girls that they are the children of witches and mystics and that they are not simply dolls and toys teach these girls that space is vast and full of black holes and dark matter just like their minds and their hearts are, and just as their souls are too teach these girls what infinity is and what finity is, and let them decide which mathematical law the universe is bound to because the only muse i'd like to be is the muse of their liberty
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
muse
my mother taught me to be the artist, not the art piece to be not the inspiration, but the inspired, and i lived my life according to this law believing wholeheartedly that i would be taken seriously and noticed for my talents and not cast aside, labeled "silly girl" and left to gather dust i was raised to be the sculptor not the sculpture to be the water drip drip dripping down the concrete infrastructure, causing calamity over quiet and shaping the world of men and mice i was raised in hopes of change and singing songs of strength and rage mind over matter, or so i was told i was raised and taught, so clearly and so bravely that i was not made of porcelain and glass waiting for a man to pick me up off of the shelf and dust me off and fit me for an equally delicate life as a housemaid and as a wife but as a beast of earth and bone and blood as a force of wind and fire i was to be the winds of change for the brave new world that we could live in and be happy in the poster child for intellectuals and politicians, for scientists and mathematicians, for white and male dominated career-holders to stop and stare at and say "that's the girl who isn't content to sit at home" "that's the future" and here is what i say to them most girls aren't content to sit at home, most want to explore, most are searching and scavenging for books and dreams and wishing that someday they can find the land of opportunity and liberty for all but most girls are dragged into the kitchen and home, kicking and screaming, biting and crying, and forced to work until the iron that they were once made of rusts and falls apart, cracking like the dams they could've destroyed with their might most girls are told they are worth less than their male counterparts, and this escalates from them seeing themselves as "worth less" to "worthless" and rotting them from the inside out most girls are taught to be the muse and not the artist and i am sick and tired of being taught i am "better" than most girls because i was taught vice versa do not praise me, instead fix society, and that will be thanks enough teach these girls their worth lies, not in the price of their pearls and not even in the secret philosophies they have in their minds, but in their hearts teach these girls that they are the children of witches and mystics and that they are not simply dolls and toys teach these girls that space is vast and full of black holes and dark matter just like their minds and their hearts are, and just as their souls are too teach these girls what infinity is and what finity is, and let them decide which mathematical law the universe is bound to because the only muse i'd like to be is the muse of their liberty
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i know now that i am glass
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
I.
I wish I loved a poet so I could be immortalized in words so stories about me could be written in verse just once I wish I loved a poet so I could be an inspiration just once I wish I loved a poet so I could be the writer just once I wish I loved a poet so I could help them when they realize that the world of dreams is just that I wish I loved a poet so I could teach them of reality of the beauty and the pain and the mystery I wish I loved a poet so I could show them the stars so I could teach them how to reach them I wish I loved a poet so we could watch the night and wonder just once
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I wish I loved a poet