#ariana - Hello Poetry

CAIN By Ariana Reines The city was humming gently under me Like an adolescent quaffing deeply from the cup of righteousness Out of practice with my own world I was looking at how someone else saw it Longer than I realized Longer than I care to admit Those goggles left a mark on me Then I stared at my own face An invitation came with my face To melancholy while Nature Purred at the edges of my perception And before me lay a broad road Enjoining me to do of myself and make Of myself according to the American Tradition. Secretly I felt and knew Things I had not perceived my body Turning into secrets. In other words I did not notice the mechanism By which something within me noted My experiences and apprehensions of ‘the truth’ Would not be met with favor if I spoke them Which is not to say one speaks only to find favor Only that unreciprocated realities have a boring Way of haunting the cells Pulling them somehow down Like the countenance of Cain Which fell one day and never rose Again, and the fall of his face Rhymed with the fall out of Eden Leading to the first murder and the invention Of cities, where we now find ourselves Each tower the ghost of a farmer Who failed to meet the favor of the Lord <|> Anne Boyer is a poet and an essayist. Her memoir about cancer and care, “The Undying,” won a 2020 Pulitzer Prize for general nonfiction. Ariana Reines is a poet, a performing artist and a playwright from Salem, Mass. “A Sand Book” won the 2020 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. She runs Invisible College, a study hall for poetry, sacred texts and the arts. This poem is from her next book, “The Rose.”

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Sep 23, 2023

Sep 23, 2023 at 10:24 AM UTC

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Cain by By Ariana Reines

CAIN By Ariana Reines The city was humming gently under me Like an adolescent quaffing deeply from the cup of righteousness Out of practice with my own world I was looking at how someone else saw it Longer than I realized Longer than I care to admit Those goggles left a mark on me Then I stared at my own face An invitation came with my face To melancholy while Nature Purred at the edges of my perception And before me lay a broad road Enjoining me to do of myself and make Of myself according to the American Tradition. Secretly I felt and knew Things I had not perceived my body Turning into secrets. In other words I did not notice the mechanism By which something within me noted My experiences and apprehensions of ‘the truth’ Would not be met with favor if I spoke them Which is not to say one speaks only to find favor Only that unreciprocated realities have a boring Way of haunting the cells Pulling them somehow down Like the countenance of Cain Which fell one day and never rose Again, and the fall of his face Rhymed with the fall out of Eden Leading to the first murder and the invention Of cities, where we now find ourselves Each tower the ghost of a farmer Who failed to meet the favor of the Lord <|> Anne Boyer is a poet and an essayist. Her memoir about cancer and care, “The Undying,” won a 2020 Pulitzer Prize for general nonfiction. Ariana Reines is a poet, a performing artist and a playwright from Salem, Mass. “A Sand Book” won the 2020 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. She runs Invisible College, a study hall for poetry, sacred texts and the arts. This poem is from her next book, “The Rose.”

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Me, crying in a corner I could never imagine anymore Me, being happy It was almost unreal My parents hated me And I knew it was a lie that They loved me My friends and siblings couldn’t stand me anymore Satan he just controlled my life I finally ,after all this fighting, I was done -now read it bottom to top

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC

Mrryh10

Reverse Poem

Me, crying in a corner I could never imagine anymore Me, being happy It was almost unreal My parents hated me And I knew it was a lie that They loved me My friends and siblings couldn’t stand me anymore Satan he just controlled my life I finally ,after all this fighting, I was done -now read it bottom to top

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THE ONE LOVE MANCHESTER CONCERT WAS FULL OF LOVE AND TEARS REMEMBERING THE LIVES LOST EMBRACE YOUR FRIENDS SO DEAR ARIANA JUSTIN AND KERRY COLD PLAY AND MANY MORE RAISE MONEY AND SEND THEIR LOVE SINGING LIKE NEVER BEFORE THE CONCERT WAS A SAFE ENVIRONMENT TO ESCAPE CELEBRATE AND HEAL FOR HORRIFIC TERRORISM ACTS WONT EVER MAKE MANKIND KNEEL

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC

mark-riordan

THE MANCHESTER ONE LOVE CONCERT

THE ONE LOVE MANCHESTER CONCERT WAS FULL OF LOVE AND TEARS REMEMBERING THE LIVES LOST EMBRACE YOUR FRIENDS SO DEAR ARIANA JUSTIN AND KERRY COLD PLAY AND MANY MORE RAISE MONEY AND SEND THEIR LOVE SINGING LIKE NEVER BEFORE THE CONCERT WAS A SAFE ENVIRONMENT TO ESCAPE CELEBRATE AND HEAL FOR HORRIFIC TERRORISM ACTS WONT EVER MAKE MANKIND KNEEL

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Hurt me once Hurt me twice Leave a scar Haunt my life See me fall See me break Laugh at what I cannot take Make me love and Grant my wish Seal it all With a painful kiss Emotionally torn Exhausted, abused A hazy fog Perpetually confused Gone right now Gone for good Life played out The way it should Yet still you lurk And steal my breath Our unknown thoughts An inevitable death

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC

awkwardari

Silly Lovers

Hurt me once Hurt me twice Leave a scar Haunt my life See me fall See me break Laugh at what I cannot take Make me love and Grant my wish Seal it all With a painful kiss Emotionally torn Exhausted, abused A hazy fog Perpetually confused Gone right now Gone for good Life played out The way it should Yet still you lurk And steal my breath Our unknown thoughts An inevitable death

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