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My John is one of a kind, Brave and ferocious, Kind and merciful; His arms open the depth of his love oh so bountiful! I will make him stay, I will make him see That I'm not the savage one He saw me be... And my heart will find a way, A way to repay All his past acts of selfless bravery. I don't need the other one, To change me, to see the light I don't need him to show me how to fight. And I won't choose him when their ship settles my shore I know which John I want for sure.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Pocahontas
Pocahontas, Little Snow-Feather, what possessed you to marry that pale stranger, to cross the blue, blue Atlantic, leaving behind your mother and your father? How naive you were to think they wouldn't destroy you.... But Pocahontas, Little Snow-Feather, bones-under-England-soil, it is your spirit-- not that of Cortez or Colonel Forsyth*-- your generosity, your love, which will prevail.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
Pocahontas
On the box of Midwest Butter, in the verdant dairy pastures, sat the smiling Indian maiden, daughter of her tribe, the maiden. Holding forth a golden offering; from the box her yellow treasure for the yet unbuttered buyer. Gently her sweet knees protruded from her humble beaded buckskin, from her beaded buckskin garment each supported by a letter; full twin globes upon an altar. As mammalians, when they’re nursing seek the rounded gifts of nature while their hands, abreast and lifted grasping, find the source of plenty, swallow fast that milky manna swallow down that flowing liquid with a smile upon their features, so my soul rejoiced to meet her in the grasslands of a daydream in the pastures of my daydream, holding forth divine recurrence: gift within a gift forever churning, and imploding inwards infinite, receding backwards into endless Indian maidens spreading myth upon my table on my toast upon my table till her tribe returns in glory… (etc, etc...  with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
It’s the Bee’s Knees
after all her anxious scribbling while chasing late night demons dreaming she looks at the sky. now it's so hard not to cry. heavily sighing, but why? is it even worth trying? oh I... I don't know, I think I'll save my tears for someone worth my time. your pretty face isn't one that ever crossed my troubled mind. when our flaws were all undone in this battle no one has won. and the mess we made lies in scattered pieces on the floor. you know I've always played it safe too afraid of all the words I really want to say. because I know aliens are real so I'll never wish on shooting stars. I can fly away in my ufo while you drive off in your car. heavily sighing, but why? is it even worth trying? oh I... and I don't mind saying I'm a little cray from time to time. you aren't the reason for all my sleepless nights. but when our flaws have come undone in this mess we have become our hearts now shattered, lie in pieces on the floor. oh I, I think I'll save my tears for someone worth my time. your pretty face isn't one that ever crossed my troubled mind. now our flaws are so undone. oh, what a mess we have become. has nothing else mattered? we can't pretend quite like before. my heart just shattered, is it still beating? because I swear I'm barely breathing anymore.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
pocahontas♡
Today, I have encountered something enchanting Flowing through the outer forest, alighting With birds and deer, All flora/fauna delighting In her presence. I was taken to demanding From myself a further look, reprimanding my soul for wanting to see more of this beauty Who could she be? This brown woman, set to soothing my sailors heart? With another wayward glance, She vanished- Leaving behind a memory, a missed chance; And a man with knees too weak to stand.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
John Smith and Pocahontas