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Oct 2013 hkr

Deana Luna

je ne sais pas quoi dire, mais.

bon.

je suis ouverte. je suis là. je suis morte.

je suis qui je suis, et vous ne me comprenez pas. alors... merde.

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translated:

I don't know what to say but.

ok.

I am open. I am here. I am dead.

I am who I am, and you all do not understand me. so... ****.

Oct 2013 hkr

stiletto patriarchy

Oct 2013 hkr

Deana Luna

stiletto patriarchy

you say it is disgusting for me to be naked.
you. you who opens up redtube as soon as you walk into your room.
you say that i should wear a bra to cover up. that no one would want to see the outline of my *******.
when you get hard thinking about taking off my shirt.
you tell me to put on a sweater so my bra straps don't show.
because you want to be the only one to see them. selfish you are. you.
you tell me i am a **** for sleeping with anyone i want.
then tell your friends all the ***** things i'll do once you **** me since i'm so "experienced".
you will never get to **** me.
you. you *******, pissfuck, wretched, privileged, puny COCKroach.
you tell me to calm down after you shove my head onto your lap and say "****"
you ask why i am so uptight. why i don't get that it was just a joke.
feminazi

you who creates the danger in my life then laughs when i take note of it.
you who creates threats to my safety and sanity then questions why i do not simply comply.
you who creates hostility. dismissal.
you who creates a life-threatening culture around the sacks of fat i have on my chest and the hole i have between my legs.
you mock me for gripping my keys walking next to you.

i was born naked. i will walk the streets naked. exept for the stilettos i will wear to punch a hole through your patriarchal *******.

Oct 2013 hkr

remind me~~ r e m i n d m e

Oct 2013 hkr

Deana Luna

remind me~~ r e m i n d m e

And isn't it funny being alone?
I can never tell if it makes me more depressed or less.
I am the least social butterfly.
Who am I kidding.
I have not yet grown wings.
I am just a caterpillar making my way among the brightly colored orangeredyellow leaves.

I hate and love everything.
And everything I love with a fiery passion, I invariably hate with the same fire for making me feel this much.
******* all.

Every person and thing I have loved:
you have all controlled me.
And that thought in itself is terrifying.
Is it-- was it-- supposed to be that scary?
Am I doing all this wrong? Anyone care to take the wheel for a bit?

I am not an adult.
I will become one once I stop writing love poems.

I am the last bird to fly south for the winter.
I am the last insect to hear the sprinkler system go off. So here I am.

Drowning because I was dreaming.

And I will drown in every last tear I shed.
In every sip of red wine.
Every drop of blood I spill.
And every shower I take to sob quietly and in peace.
I will drown in the plethora of emotions I feel.
I will drown in love and in hate.

Lie me down on cold brick to prove to me how stable I can feel.
Float me along a river with your hands pushing up my back to show me there will always be something keeping me breathing.

remind me remind me remind me remind me remind me remind me remind m e for I will convince myself that I've forgotten.

Oct 2013 hkr

4 am

Oct 2013 hkr

Freedom writer

4 am

Its not healthy to stay up at night,
pouring bitter liquor down our throats,
trying to erase the sweet promises that were whispered into our ears at 4 am,
that filled our empty hearts.
Those promises were eventually broken,
and so were our hearts,
so we were left
feeling torn
*again.

Oct 2013 hkr

Currents.

Oct 2013 hkr

brooke

Currents.

i want you to
take photos of
of me as i shift
unexpectedly
i want to know
what I look like
when I see you.

(c) Brooke Otto

this deserves back-story. No one has ever bothered to take pictures of me while I was unaware and this makes me sad.

Oct 2013 hkr

I've been thinking a lot about heaven lately

Oct 2013 hkr

Tallulah

I've been thinking a lot about heaven lately

I lit a cigarette
& saw the end in the flame
I haven't told you yet
But it's probably all the same

So I smoked 'till dawn
& thought about pearly gates
Nothing left to dwell on
I need a touch of grace

I lit a cigarette
& I saw how I'd die
I haven't told you yet
But I'm no good with "goodbye"

Oct 2013 hkr

the string

Oct 2013 hkr

Sarina

the string

the weeds are dead, my cheeks are pink

-

when i put things in my mouth
they become alive

grow

-

i
bleed just so the world can retain its color

it began when he cried

"i am on fire,
i love you.” and suddenly i was water

-

i used a string
to pull him out of my belly so
that he would not drown
-

i can’t
help but think there is too much life in me

Oct 2013 hkr

Scenario 100.

Oct 2013 hkr

brooke

Scenario 100.

I'm afraid I will
never do anything
quite as grand as
all the things
I imagine
you are
doing.

(c) Brooke Otto

For those of us that think too much.