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 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
r
As green as cenote water,
calm sacred well.
Jade, smoothed and polished
by Chac’s tears and sand
and one thousand year old maize
kernels from Tikal, grown
by the first father.
Straight blade edged by lightning
sings against the tree when I cut.
Grandfather will be pleased with me
when this jade axe I gift him.

r ~ 5/22/14
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  / \
I know that you and me are done,
But I think and I think, and I cannot move on.

I try to fit with the metre, to churn out the pattern
Of a beating heart or a dulling thud,
But it’s too slow, it’s too ******* empty
-*******, sweet haunter, I’m boiling in blood,
I am lost, and weeping, and beyond and above,
And always without you, my dear ******* love.
Testing:
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Sibilance,
Sibilance,
Hello,
Hell­o
Yo!
For musicians
I wish there was something to say
To accurately dissect what's been happening,
but I think the fact that I can write says enough.
Woman of the day
93 on the news
Strong eyes
Awake Present
Smiling from hospital
Bed when asked if
She could
Forgive the
Two men who broke in
Hit her
Robbed her
Left her in her own old blood

Yes Yes I do I think about
Them
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
MD
i. do not confuse love and obsession. love is only real if you have a connection on both sides of the relationship.
ii. it's okay to not always be happy. occasional sadness is healthy for the soul.
iii. life is not fair, at all. you can spend years thinking you're in love with someone while they spend years never thinking about you.
iv. do not treat yourself as others treat you. you are who you are, nothing will change that, you might as well love yourself.
v. love is rare. people get married all the time but that doesn't mean they love each other. sometimes we just get lonely.
vi. feed yourself. your body is a beautiful flower that you must fill with food and nutrients, why would you purposely try to destroy something so wonderful?
vii. maybe we were in love, maybe we weren't. either way we're *******. if we were in love then something must have torn us apart, but what? can it be fixed? if we weren't in love, which I'm guessing we weren't, you moved on to another girl who let you wither away.

I would never let my gorgeous flower wither.
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