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"xvi" poems
I. Pangalawang pagkakataon? Karapat-dapat ka pa ba para doon? Matapos **** saktan ang damdamin. Ganun-ganun nalang ba ‘yun? II. Hindi mo alam ang dinanas kong hirap, Habang ikaw, hayun at nagpapasarap. Ang hirap mabuhay ng wala ka, Dahil sanay na akong nasa tabi kita. III. Pero pinilit kong tumayo para mabuhay! Sinanay ko ang sarili na wala ka, At lahat ng pagkalimot nagawa na. Pero ang sugat sa puso'y naghihilom pa. IV. Matapos ang isang taon, Landas natin ay muling nagkita. Akala ko lahat ng ala-ala'y wala na. Akala ko nakaraos na ako sa sakit, hindi pa pala. V. Iiwasan sana kita kaso braso mo'y ibinuka, Para tayong nagpapatintero sa kalsada. Pagkat humihingi ka ng sandali, Para makapag-usap tayong maigi. VI. Pumayag ako, Kahit alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kahit alam kong 'di pa kaya ng puso ko. Pumayag ako! VII. Bakas sa mukha mo ang pagkatuwa! Dahil sa wakas masasabi mo na, Kung bakit ka nalang nangiwan bigla. Aaminin ko, ako rin ay nakaramdam ng kaunting tuwa. VIII. Pero hindi ko yun ipinahalata, Sapagkat, kung iyon ay iyong makikita, Marahil ika'y umasa na pinatawad na kita. Mali! Maling mali! IX. Napa-usog ka bahagya at nagbuntong hininga pa. Napahawak ka saking braso, tumingin sa aking mga mata. Sinabi mo lahat ng dahilan kong bakit ako iniwan, Ako ay naliwanagan sa iyong mga tinuran. X. Humihingi ka ng pangalawang pagkakataon, Pero hindi ko yun ganun-ganun. Tugon ko'y: “Aking pag-iisipan” at umalis na lamang. Hinabol mo ako’t sinabing: “Mahal kita 'di kita kinalimutan.” XI. Hindi ako sumagot at sa paglalakad diretso lamang. Pero alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita. Alas dose na at diwa ko’y gising pa, Dahil sa aking naaalala ang ating muling pagkikita. XII. Napag-isip-isip kung dapat pa bang pagbigyan kita. Kahit na alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita, Nagdadalawang isip pa rin ako baka masaktan na naman ulit ako. Hanggang ngayon naguguluhan pa rin ako. XIV. Dumaan ang dalawang linggo, At sinipat mo na ako sa bahay ko. Halatang nasasabik ka na sa isasagot ko. Niyakap kita ng mahigpit sumigaw ng “Oo!” XV. Sa una'y nagtataka ka pa sa kinilos ko, At hanggang sa unti-unti kang nangiti. Dahil naliwagan na ang loko. Matagal ko ng pinag-isipan 'to at “Oo” ang sagot ko. XVI. At dahil mahal pa kita, hindi ko na natiis pa, Hindi sapat ang mga daliri ko kung gaano ko, Lubos na pinag-isipan ang isasagot ko sa'yo. At magmamahalan tayo muli, sa pangalawang pagkakataon.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Pangalawang Pagkakataon
I. Pangalawang pagkakataon? Karapat-dapat ka pa ba para doon? Matapos **** saktan ang damdamin. Ganun-ganun nalang ba ‘yun? II. Hindi mo alam ang dinanas kong hirap, Habang ikaw, hayun at nagpapasarap. Ang hirap mabuhay ng wala ka, Dahil sanay na akong nasa tabi kita. III. Pero pinilit kong tumayo para mabuhay! Sinanay ko ang sarili na wala ka, At lahat ng pagkalimot nagawa na. Pero ang sugat sa puso'y naghihilom pa. IV. Matapos ang isang taon, Landas natin ay muling nagkita. Akala ko lahat ng ala-ala'y wala na. Akala ko nakaraos na ako sa sakit, hindi pa pala. V. Iiwasan sana kita kaso braso mo'y ibinuka, Para tayong nagpapatintero sa kalsada. Pagkat humihingi ka ng sandali, Para makapag-usap tayong maigi. VI. Pumayag ako, Kahit alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kahit alam kong 'di pa kaya ng puso ko. Pumayag ako! VII. Bakas sa mukha mo ang pagkatuwa! Dahil sa wakas masasabi mo na, Kung bakit ka nalang nangiwan bigla. Aaminin ko, ako rin ay nakaramdam ng kaunting tuwa. VIII. Pero hindi ko yun ipinahalata, Sapagkat, kung iyon ay iyong makikita, Marahil ika'y umasa na pinatawad na kita. Mali! Maling mali! IX. Napa-usog ka bahagya at nagbuntong hininga pa. Napahawak ka saking braso, tumingin sa aking mga mata. Sinabi mo lahat ng dahilan kong bakit ako iniwan, Ako ay naliwanagan sa iyong mga tinuran. X. Humihingi ka ng pangalawang pagkakataon, Pero hindi ko yun ganun-ganun. Tugon ko'y: “Aking pag-iisipan” at umalis na lamang. Hinabol mo ako’t sinabing: “Mahal kita 'di kita kinalimutan.” XI. Hindi ako sumagot at sa paglalakad diretso lamang. Pero alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita. Alas dose na at diwa ko’y gising pa, Dahil sa aking naaalala ang ating muling pagkikita. XII. Napag-isip-isip kung dapat pa bang pagbigyan kita. Kahit na alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita, Nagdadalawang isip pa rin ako baka masaktan na naman ulit ako. Hanggang ngayon naguguluhan pa rin ako. XIV. Dumaan ang dalawang linggo, At sinipat mo na ako sa bahay ko. Halatang nasasabik ka na sa isasagot ko. Niyakap kita ng mahigpit sumigaw ng “Oo!” XV. Sa una'y nagtataka ka pa sa kinilos ko, At hanggang sa unti-unti kang nangiti. Dahil naliwagan na ang loko. Matagal ko ng pinag-isipan 'to at “Oo” ang sagot ko. XVI. At dahil mahal pa kita, hindi ko na natiis pa, Hindi sapat ang mga daliri ko kung gaano ko, Lubos na pinag-isipan ang isasagot ko sa'yo. At magmamahalan tayo muli, sa pangalawang pagkakataon.
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Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy ***** she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
The French Revolution rap
Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy ***** she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.
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i. She's beautiful. She's an angel. She's everything we asked for. I cried for the hopes and dreams of a future that was never mine. I didn't know any better, so I kept crying. xiv. *You can't run around like before anymore. Don't get your knees ***** Elbows off the table. Grow up.* I brushed my hands of the dirt and picked myself up, because ladies weren't supposed to pick earthworms out of the grass. I picked up eyeliner instead. xvi. I'm trusting you. Don't get into trouble. Don't do anything dumb. There's something satisfying about hearing the roar of an engine at the start of a July evening. With the wind in your hair, freedom at your finger tips, I could have done anything. But I shut off the car and went inside. xviii. You're grown up now. You're an adult. You can't afford to make stupid mistakes anymore.  I was composed of keg stands, one night stands, roommates, 2am Taco Bell runs, first dates, caffeine, prayers, tears, insecurities, heart to heart talks, "just try it, it's fun, I swear", friends that turn into bridesmaids, broken promises and broken hearts. I can still hear the train's whistle. xxi. I told you not to do anything dumb. I told you not to make stupid mistakes. I don't know what to tell you anymore. Here's a standing ovation to being immortal; hats off to the teary drunken nights and the existential crises. These are the days that we'll look back and wish we never wasted and I'll wonder why I let you wipe your muddy shoes on me.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
instead of happy birthday
i. Imagine, mine love I'm on one knee; ii. Imagine mine love No distance in-between; iii. Imagine mine love, Thine glimmering Wedding ring: iv. Imagine mine love Preordainment's best To bring; v. Imagine mine love Angel's that wilt Sing; vi. Imagine mine love Just us two; vii. Imagine mine love Making love upon new moon's; viii. Imagine mine love Enthroned as mine muse; ix. Imagine mine love Osculating that wilt soothe; x. Imagine mine love Mine finger's stroke thy strand's; xi. Imagine mine love On the sea of love we dance; xii. Imagine mine love No world, nor worldly plan's; xiii. Imagine mine love Toe's locked, buried neath' the sand; xiv. Imagine mine love Hand held to hand in hand; xv. Imagine mine love Thy head upon Mine chest; xvi. Imagine mine love The thought of nothingness; xvii. Imagine mine love Mind free from pain and stress. xviii. Imagine mine love Imagine mine love This; ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Isipin ang aking pag-ibig , isipin na ito ( Imagine mine love, imagine this) filipino tongue
XVI. TO ASCLEPIUS (5 lines) (ll. 1-4) I begin to sing of Asclepius, son of Apollo and healer of sicknesses. In the Dotian plain fair Coronis, daughter of King Phlegyas, bare him, a great joy to men, a soother of cruel pangs. (l. 5) And so hail to you, lord: in my song I make my prayer to thee!
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The Homeric Hymns: 16- To Asclepius
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! II To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you, And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! III You like us for a glance, you know— For a word’s sake, Or a sword’s sake, All’s the same, whate’er the chance, you know. IV And in turn we make you ours, we say— You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say. V All’s our own, to make the most of, Sweet— Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet. VI But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet. VII So, we leave the sweet face fondly there— Be its beauty Its sole duty! Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! VIII And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? I will try it there. IX As,—why must one, for the love forgone, Scout mere liking? Thunder-striking Earth,—the heaven, we looked above for, gone! X Why with beauty, needs there money be— Love with liking? Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey bee? XI May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there ’Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection— Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? XV Or else kiss away one’s soul on her? Your love-fancies!— A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,— Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose. XVII Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,— Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII Then, how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it—at last, throw away!
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A Pretty Woman
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! II To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you, And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! III You like us for a glance, you know— For a word’s sake, Or a sword’s sake, All’s the same, whate’er the chance, you know. IV And in turn we make you ours, we say— You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say. V All’s our own, to make the most of, Sweet— Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet. VI But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet. VII So, we leave the sweet face fondly there— Be its beauty Its sole duty! Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! VIII And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? I will try it there. IX As,—why must one, for the love forgone, Scout mere liking? Thunder-striking Earth,—the heaven, we looked above for, gone! X Why with beauty, needs there money be— Love with liking? Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey bee? XI May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there ’Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection— Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? XV Or else kiss away one’s soul on her? Your love-fancies!— A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,— Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose. XVII Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,— Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII Then, how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it—at last, throw away!
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golden threads this autumn bears waves of thin despair at your iron door Show Time, says Fosse, heart on the floor when sunlit window gently flares a crispy wind, a frivolous sunrise oh, dance along, your fragile neck so white Show Time, says Fosse, aglow with light please, dance with me, and look into my eyes golden threads this autumn bears in every leaf, in every grain of dust Show Time, says Fosse, it's my final lust melancholy's dripping venom deadly glares. "Autunno, se vuoi cogliere la frutta della mia anima, ti prego di non esaurire ancora il sole, il filo d'oro della vita, il filo d'oro della danza." - Gianluca Masi, known as the Dancing Alchemist, Firenze, the second half of the XVI-th century
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
golden threads
It's been far too long Since I heard your smile Or felt beautiful reflected in your eyes The warmth of your skin Is a vibrant memory That tucks me in at night It's the only reason I bother trying to sleep Memories taste sour When waking From the reality of dreams The universe is cruel While love is kind, Or perhaps that's backwards Maybe... It's just been far too long Since I heard your smile
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
Letters to My Lover XVI
I. My first in first grade I carved your name in my desk I hope it's still there. II. Made class valentines Required for everyone But mine was special. III. You begged the teacher To sit by me on the bus With a great big smile. IV. The first who wanted To take me out for dinner But it was a joke. V. Dedicated song I can no longer hear it Without thought of you. VI. You never said it But your eyes always told me You had wanted more. VII. You dated my friend And I never told you how Much I adored you. VIII. Playful like a child But mature like an adult So interesting. IX. You asked me to prom Yellow flowers for friendship That's all I wanted. X. You said you loved me I loved you like a brother It would never work. XI. You swore up and down You had changed for the better You didn't, first kiss. XII. Late walks on campus Never saw me with makeup We were so natural. XIII. Eyes found each other "I don't forget pretty girls" you whispered to me. XIV. I fell quickly, hard But you still loved someone else A girl with my name. XV. A friend of a friend Texting non-stop everyday Going nowhere fast. XVI. Liked me from the start Bruised and broken, I do care But not in that way. XVII. The piano man It was all right but timing One that got away. XVIII. We tried to fight time Thinking that you were ready Left us with heartache.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
A Haiku For Every Boy.
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow Too close against thine heart henceforth to know How it shook when alone. Why, conquering May prove as lordly and complete a thing In lifting upward, as in crushing low! And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword To one who lifts him from the ****** earth, Even so, Beloved, I at last record, Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth, I rise above abasement at the word. Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.
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Sonnet 16 - And Yet, Because Thou Overcomest So
Sun and moon, day and night, Light and dark, good and evil. They say God created everything for a reason, so what of the Devil? I've heard stories, of witches and werewolves. But the Devil, they say he walks among us, living in the shadows, and speaking in whispers. They say God created everything for a reason, that He made man in His image, so why did He put the Devil in me?
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
xvi
Shuffled Deck; the first Card: XVI: The Tower "Now, that's foreboding." *Destruction of a thing familiar, a thing tactfully constructed a thing that's held dear; Oh dear.* The second card: Page of Pentacles "Time for something new." *Enthusiastic exploration; skillful, practical, and imaginative a new approach to things; beginning anew.* The third card: Queen of Swords "Don't mind the Sword." *Nurturing of new ideas; honest, beautiful, intelligent and true she always carries her sword, that she may smite Betrayal.*
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
Dabbling in Divination [Tarot]
I. When watching TV with my grandmother, we stumble upon a film about two beautiful girls who fall in love. When they kiss, she turns away from the screen. Every time. II. I'm getting reading for school in the morning, and turn on an episode of my favorite show. When two of the boys kiss, I glance away out of habit, and my mother whispers, "It's just so strange." III. I'm making lunch in the kitchen when my grandmother remarks, "I don't think anyone can know they're gay until they try being straight." Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. IV. One of the boys I grew up with keeps telling me that I'll find the right man, no matter how many times I correct him. V. When my friend finds out, she says it's okay. But she refuses to hug me. VI. I'm out to dinner with my cousins when  one of them says, "I have a friend who's a lesbian. It's so hot." I excuse myself from the table and spend the rest of the evening sitting in a parking lot. VII. The boys at school say *** every other word. VIII. The girl in the locker room refuses to change next to me. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in my room. I tell her it's a part of a school project. X. In class we talk about gender roles, and a boy gets up and says, "You have to teach your kid to be manly or he'll end up being gay." XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like crying. XII. The youth pastor at my church tells me that I can be cured. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. Every single day, it repeats in my head like a sacred chant. I tell myself I don't deserve to live. Until the day that I don't. -------------------- I. I watch every movie I can find without looking away. II. I smile every time they kiss. III. I develop a stronger stomach. IV. I correct him more forcefully. V. Her sister hugs me twice as hard. VI. I slap my cousin across the face. VII. I decide to see it as a term of endearment. VIII. I stop taking gym. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in the room. I tell her to calm down. X. The girl beside me tells him to shut his mouth. XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like laughing. XII. I pray for her. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. XVI. Until the day that I don't.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
The Days That I Don't
I. When watching TV with my grandmother, we stumble upon a film about two beautiful girls who fall in love. When they kiss, she turns away from the screen. Every time. II. I'm getting reading for school in the morning, and turn on an episode of my favorite show. When two of the boys kiss, I glance away out of habit, and my mother whispers, "It's just so strange." III. I'm making lunch in the kitchen when my grandmother remarks, "I don't think anyone can know they're gay until they try being straight." Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. IV. One of the boys I grew up with keeps telling me that I'll find the right man, no matter how many times I correct him. V. When my friend finds out, she says it's okay. But she refuses to hug me. VI. I'm out to dinner with my cousins when  one of them says, "I have a friend who's a lesbian. It's so hot." I excuse myself from the table and spend the rest of the evening sitting in a parking lot. VII. The boys at school say *** every other word. VIII. The girl in the locker room refuses to change next to me. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in my room. I tell her it's a part of a school project. X. In class we talk about gender roles, and a boy gets up and says, "You have to teach your kid to be manly or he'll end up being gay." XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like crying. XII. The youth pastor at my church tells me that I can be cured. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. Every single day, it repeats in my head like a sacred chant. I tell myself I don't deserve to live. Until the day that I don't. -------------------- I. I watch every movie I can find without looking away. II. I smile every time they kiss. III. I develop a stronger stomach. IV. I correct him more forcefully. V. Her sister hugs me twice as hard. VI. I slap my cousin across the face. VII. I decide to see it as a term of endearment. VIII. I stop taking gym. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in the room. I tell her to calm down. X. The girl beside me tells him to shut his mouth. XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like laughing. XII. I pray for her. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. XVI. Until the day that I don't.
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I'm willing to risk it I'm willing to risk everything because I can't hold it in Because I love you I've already lost you What more can I lose? I've lost the only person I think I will be able to love And the only thing I'm trying to do is get through to you That no matter how far you push me, I will be waiting... Maybe, waiting wont get me anywhere And maybe I will miss out on a huge part in my life But I don't feel like I used to... Happiness isn't the same anymore... People might say I am crazy and I will agree with them, I am crazy! I would never wish anyone would feel this way but I'm so glad that I fell in love with someone and I am glad that it was with you We didn't have the perfect relationship or even close to a stable relationship but it was real It was amazing to feel something new with you day after day It was amazing to fall more in love with you from day one and even till now It's the greatest gift This may be cliche, hell I know it's cliche but that's the world we live in, a world full of cliches People play out the words like "love" "admire", and all the things you hear and see in the media about this presupposed  love, but I do love you and admire everything about you I miss everything about you. I miss the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands, the sound of your laughter, the way you look while you sleep, the wrinkles on your nose when you get mad and much more. I miss spending time with you, being around you, just watching movies and tv through the night, going places with you, and I especially miss having the privilege to spend time with you. I want to tell you this, and yes I am scared. I know you don't want to talk to me nor even acknowledge my existence anymore. You told me to move on and I told you I would try and yes, there were also times when I told you I did, but I didn't. How could I? I love you and it will always be you. I don't know what it is and how you got me under this deep spell but in all honesty I don't want to ever break out of it. I do hope you are happy, but I also hope you feel as miserable as I do every time you think of love, I hope you get sick to your stomach when you see people in love because I do. I do feel miserable and I do get sick to my stomach because I miss that feeling that I use to have with you and I get jealous. I admire you, yes.. in all honesty, I do! I love you and I love the fact that I love you. Every time I try to hate you I hate myself and I start feeling guilty because I am reminded of the fact that I promised you forever and I promised that I will wait for you. My love, I wish you would see this and read it. I wish you would inhale these words and hear my soul. I want you to feel what I am spilling out in every inch of your veins. I want you to imagine me in front of you, saying this to you, but I want you to give me a chance to speak. I want you to let me hold your hands for the last time if it ever might be. I want you to have the heart to give me just ten minutes to honestly pour out my heart to you. But I also want an honest answer and a reply from you. Just know that I do love you and I will always love you.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Letter XVI
I'm willing to risk it I'm willing to risk everything because I can't hold it in Because I love you I've already lost you What more can I lose? I've lost the only person I think I will be able to love And the only thing I'm trying to do is get through to you That no matter how far you push me, I will be waiting... Maybe, waiting wont get me anywhere And maybe I will miss out on a huge part in my life But I don't feel like I used to... Happiness isn't the same anymore... People might say I am crazy and I will agree with them, I am crazy! I would never wish anyone would feel this way but I'm so glad that I fell in love with someone and I am glad that it was with you We didn't have the perfect relationship or even close to a stable relationship but it was real It was amazing to feel something new with you day after day It was amazing to fall more in love with you from day one and even till now It's the greatest gift This may be cliche, hell I know it's cliche but that's the world we live in, a world full of cliches People play out the words like "love" "admire", and all the things you hear and see in the media about this presupposed  love, but I do love you and admire everything about you I miss everything about you. I miss the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands, the sound of your laughter, the way you look while you sleep, the wrinkles on your nose when you get mad and much more. I miss spending time with you, being around you, just watching movies and tv through the night, going places with you, and I especially miss having the privilege to spend time with you. I want to tell you this, and yes I am scared. I know you don't want to talk to me nor even acknowledge my existence anymore. You told me to move on and I told you I would try and yes, there were also times when I told you I did, but I didn't. How could I? I love you and it will always be you. I don't know what it is and how you got me under this deep spell but in all honesty I don't want to ever break out of it. I do hope you are happy, but I also hope you feel as miserable as I do every time you think of love, I hope you get sick to your stomach when you see people in love because I do. I do feel miserable and I do get sick to my stomach because I miss that feeling that I use to have with you and I get jealous. I admire you, yes.. in all honesty, I do! I love you and I love the fact that I love you. Every time I try to hate you I hate myself and I start feeling guilty because I am reminded of the fact that I promised you forever and I promised that I will wait for you. My love, I wish you would see this and read it. I wish you would inhale these words and hear my soul. I want you to feel what I am spilling out in every inch of your veins. I want you to imagine me in front of you, saying this to you, but I want you to give me a chance to speak. I want you to let me hold your hands for the last time if it ever might be. I want you to have the heart to give me just ten minutes to honestly pour out my heart to you. But I also want an honest answer and a reply from you. Just know that I do love you and I will always love you.
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Mn kis rasty peh chala mj ko ilm na huwa Kis makaam peh ja poncha mj ko andaza na tha Phr b ik umeed hai nazro mai baki K daiku ga zrur, mn kirno ka aruj Ye dunya or is k kissy khatm hony waly to nahe Pr jo khatm hona hai wo hai wajud apna Ab ye b nahe k haar gaya *** zamany sy mn Bs na jany kb sy khamoshi ka mn pasnd bn gaya Ye kahani hai ik ujrhy huwy gulshan ki Jis ki bahar ko ik zamana beet gaya Khair hoti rahy gi ye baaty b sath sath Kabi tum hmko yaad krna tamasha e rozgaar mai....
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
XVI
TW: eating disorder I am walking underwater. The food I will not let myself eat falls into the garbage disposal with the thud of voided misuse a rising steam of self-hatred as my mouth hangs open hungry, waiting for endorphins that never come and self-denial still does not meet my confessional act of contrite penance it still feels like a sin to eat or not to eat and there is no pleasure in gluttony or in fast.
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
Poema XVI
Father, part of his double interest Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me, His jointure in the knotty Trinity He keeps, and gives to me his death’s conquest. This Lamb, whose death with life the world hath blest, Was from the world’s beginning slain, and he Hath made two Wills which with the Legacy Of his and thy kingdom do thy Sons invest. Yet such are thy laws that men argue yet Whether a man those statutes can fulfil; None doth; but all-healing grace and spirit Revive again what law and letter **** Thy law’s abridgement, and thy last command Is all but love; Oh let this last Will stand!
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Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest
girl goes to bed with makeup on, wakes up with sore muscles girl goes to bed without locking the front door, wakes up in the driveway girl goes to bed without saying goodnight, wakes up to brother shaking her shoulders girl goes to bed with the phone off the hook, wakes up with mouthful of ***** girl goes to bed in the bathtub, wakes up with an armful of black thread girl goes to bed in brother's room, wakes up with the tv still on girl goes to bed next to boy, wakes up before he does girl goes to bed without sleeping, wakes up the same time as always girl goes to bed with a candle burning, wakes up to the sound of herself choking girl goes to bed early, wakes up to obituary girl goes to bed with her hand in the cabinet, decides not to wake up this time
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
XVI
A little more time Is all that is needed To save a soul To save us from damnation A little more time To have a second chance
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Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
XVI
are we okay will you hold me like you did that one day speak to me like you did when we sat in the sultry cafe kiss me like you did on that winter night in the driveway my love... are we okay our cigerrete buds fill the ashtray as we listen to the soothing beats of reggea I remember you in the miday darling... are we okay I sit and watch not the passion but the connection decay the burdens outweigh our clique feminine folkway your fingerprints marked along every hallway your lips scorn the evening of every friday your pushing edge on every railway your uneasiness and the foreplay your secrets replay in my head like a violin finally I have come to realization of this heavy dismay with drought I say lover we are not okay.
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
XVI
i. take a lesson from the way watercolor paint bleeds through notebook paper ii. if i lose my mind and we lose our clothes i promise to never lose our hands and i hope you never hate me when the sun is up iii. you made your bed now lay in mine iv. my death wish is you telling me that you're sorry over and over again v. all of these streetlights won't stop staring at me vi. your eyelids, someone wants to kiss those and no it's not me okay it is vii. what do you mean you don't keep all of my exhales in a glass jar viii. i loved a thing once and then i died ix. **** the world and then don't text it back the morning after x. **** your love is my benzodiazepine xi. are we making love or sulfuric acid xii. how it is vs. how i want it to be vs. how it should actually be xiii. oh, you didn't hear? your raspy screams and hollowed eyes aren't enough anymore xiv. and now every car crash sounds like the last time you ever said my name xv. pretty sure i have john f. kennedy's brain xvi. you whispered "i love you" and it sounds more like an apology than anything xvii. i have no poetry left inside of me, just a lot of white paint xviii. accidentally bashed my head into a wall on purpose today and yes, i still have a mind and yes, you're still on it
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
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just say paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy paddy / paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 / U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy U2 paddy really fast... i just can't imagine the word that is excavated from the flurry flurry flurry of a tarried tarnish.   st. p a t r i c k     XVI      I      LI      XLIX                    IX                III                        XI via "numbers" in letters - the trinity of 666 was cited.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
and try not to laugh / st. XVI,I,LI,XLIX,IX,III,XI
I. Witness your family stop loving each other. II. Understand what people mean when they say the world is not fair. III. Be struck with the realization that you are not special. IV. Hurt yourself. Don't tell anyone. V. Let strangers see parts of you your friends never have. VI. Decide that being deep is more important than being happy. VII. Cut all your hair off without asking your parents. VIII. Let your ex boyfriend see all your scars. IX. Go to counseling. Do not cry. Not here. X. Stop hurting yourself. XI. Feel empty. Try not to cry. XII. Let yourself be defined by the honesty of numbers. XIII. Do not fill your emptiness with calories. XIV. Pour out your heart, soul, dinner. XV. Restrict yourself. Minimize. Shrink. XVI. Finally have control.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
How to be Happy
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I hurt you? You look at me with pale eyes, But these are my tears. III Morning and evening-- Yet for us once long ago Was no division. IV I hear many words. Set an hour when I may come Or remain silent. V In the ghostly dawn I write new words for your ears-- Even now you sleep. VI This then is morning. Have you no comfort for me Cold-colored flowers? VII My eyes are weary Following you everywhere. Short, oh short, the days! VIII When the flower falls The leaf is no more cherished. Every day I fear. IX Even when you smile Sorrow is behind your eyes. Pity me, therefore. X Laugh--it is nothing. To others you may seem gay, I watch with grieved eyes. XI Take it, this white rose. Stems of roses do not bleed; Your fingers are safe. XII As a river-wind Hurling clouds at a bright moon, So am I to you. XIII Watching the iris, The faint and fragile petals-- How am I worthy? XIV Down a red river I drift in a broken skiff. Are you then so brave? XV Night lies beside me Chaste and cold as a sharp sword. It and I alone. XVI Last night it rained. Now, in the desolate dawn, Crying of blue jays. XVII Foolish so to grieve, Autumn has its colored leaves-- But before they turn? XVIII Afterwards I think: Poppies bloom when it thunders. Is this not enough? XIX Love is a game--yes? I think it is a drowning: Black willows and stars. ** When the aster fades The creeper flaunts in crimson. Always another! XXI Turning from the page, Blind with a night of labor, I hear morning crows. XXII A cloud of lilies, Or else you walk before me. Who could see clearly? XXIII Sweet smell of wet flowers Over an evening garden. Your portrait, perhaps? XXIV Staying in my room, I thought of the new Spring leaves. That day was happy.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Twenty-four hokku on a modern theme by Amy Lowell
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I hurt you? You look at me with pale eyes, But these are my tears. III Morning and evening-- Yet for us once long ago Was no division. IV I hear many words. Set an hour when I may come Or remain silent. V In the ghostly dawn I write new words for your ears-- Even now you sleep. VI This then is morning. Have you no comfort for me Cold-colored flowers? VII My eyes are weary Following you everywhere. Short, oh short, the days! VIII When the flower falls The leaf is no more cherished. Every day I fear. IX Even when you smile Sorrow is behind your eyes. Pity me, therefore. X Laugh--it is nothing. To others you may seem gay, I watch with grieved eyes. XI Take it, this white rose. Stems of roses do not bleed; Your fingers are safe. XII As a river-wind Hurling clouds at a bright moon, So am I to you. XIII Watching the iris, The faint and fragile petals-- How am I worthy? XIV Down a red river I drift in a broken skiff. Are you then so brave? XV Night lies beside me Chaste and cold as a sharp sword. It and I alone. XVI Last night it rained. Now, in the desolate dawn, Crying of blue jays. XVII Foolish so to grieve, Autumn has its colored leaves-- But before they turn? XVIII Afterwards I think: Poppies bloom when it thunders. Is this not enough? XIX Love is a game--yes? I think it is a drowning: Black willows and stars. ** When the aster fades The creeper flaunts in crimson. Always another! XXI Turning from the page, Blind with a night of labor, I hear morning crows. XXII A cloud of lilies, Or else you walk before me. Who could see clearly? XXIII Sweet smell of wet flowers Over an evening garden. Your portrait, perhaps? XXIV Staying in my room, I thought of the new Spring leaves. That day was happy.
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