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May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Anne Sexton

Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
something worth learning
in that narrow diary of my mind,
in the commonplaces of the asylum
where the cracked mirror
or my own selfish death
outstared me . . .
I tapped my own head;
it was glass, an inverted bowl.
It's small thing
to rage inside your own bowl.
At first it was private.
Then it was more than myself.

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

6:30 A.M.

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Lily

6:30 A.M.

As we drove
in pouring rain
a metaphor
found me.

The excitement
rushed through me
as the idea of the birth
of another poem lit my

wiped out morning mind.
"Something about how
raindrops fall and
open up when they

hit the window wall;
just like them," I thought,
"we need to open up
when we fall apart."

But it was 6:30 A.M.
and my mind slipped
into a quick nap and hence,
this poem instead
I trap.

May.08.2014

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Winds of Change...(it feels very 1968-ish)

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Suzanne Penn

Winds of Change...(it feels very 1968-ish)

Softly...
even here
the winds of change...
breeze through.

Destiny...
and history...
are turning...
Cogs in place.

Hell...it actually feels like
... 1968!

The Hippies
have all grow old
and are now
the voting majority.
Think about it...

They're rolling a doobie...
and affecting real change...
one organic, patchouli soaked
volunteered,
re-purposing project
after another.

The "big picture"
is simply a poster...
cut into small bite sized
puzzle pieces...
we are all skirting the edge...
still unconnected.

It is the age of...
focusing, clearly...
on purpose
and integrity.

The storm is clearing...
and insight,
has an electrical charge...
zapping us all
into action
into submission
into our future...

The message
thunders clearly...
and resonates succinctly
and justly...

Calling for us all
to...Do...
"What you CAN DO...
purposefully for-going...
whatever it is,
that you CAN"T DO"

"I AM"
becomes...
We are...

Maternal society yearns...deeply
waiting for it's turn
not asking permission...
Just doing the next right thing...
and taking the steps
necessary...

To be seen...
far past equal...
On the edges
of unnoticed

Dropping labels
and be recognized
for what I bring to
the table...
not whom.

Written on MAY 20, 2014 ----ON THE VERY SPECIAL OCCASION OF THE OREGON SUPREME COURT OVER-TURNING THE STATE CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT BANNING SAME -*** MARRIAGES.

#gay #*** #marriage #same #rights #equal #oregon #portland

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

naked

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Luce

naked

nakedness is not just the absence of clothes.
be naked with your soul.

I'm eighteen years old and I don't understand ***.

I don't understand how people undervalue the thing that is literally one of the most important actions in this life.

You shouldn't bare your body, if you aren't willing to bare your soul. You should be comfortable naked.

And by naked, I mean, you should be okay with telling them all the reasons you hate yourself and let them tell you it's okay. You should be naked with the fact that your family hurt you and you grew up feeling lonely.

Be naked because you grew up with so, so many saddening secrets and now you find it so, so difficult to be naked with your soul.

I am trying to be naked
and I struggle with openness.

There is no point taking your clothes off to only hold the weight of life on your chest.

It breaks my heart to hear stories of friends that haven't grasped this concept. They're too embarrassed to share their secrets and the first time they made 'love' they wore a t-shirt.

don't miss out on the best things in life, get naked.

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Trending

May 2014 Lilith Reid Brown

Julia O'Neary

Trending

love; something everyone wants
but no one knows what it looks like.

#life; something everyone has
but no one knows how to use it.

#sad
  #depression
    #pain
      #death; for when poets get ‘the feels’

      #heartbreak #you #him #her #heart
       Poets who fall in love fast with the
       Same reckless abandon that made
       You climb all the way to the top.
       Those scars used to make you cry
       Now they make you write.

#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #life #heart #pain #death #her #him #you #meta