"xxxix" poems
XXXIX
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me
(Against which years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains), and behold my soul’s true face,
The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul’s distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,—because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God’s infliction, nor death’s neighborhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,—
Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!
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dear basil,
just because a feeling doesn't go away
doesn't make it valid
persistence means nothing if it's going the wrong direction
love,
basil
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
Dicen que el ave divina,
trocada en pobre gallina,
por obra de las tijeras
de aquel sabio profesor
(fue Kant un esquilador
de las aves altaneras;
toda su filosofía,
un sport de cetrería),
dicen que quiere saltar
las tapias del corralón,
y volar
otra vez, hacia Platón.
¡Hurra! ¡Sea!
¡Feliz será quien lo vea!
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Some days I get up just to get by
I get up, get through another day with nothing in my heart
I look at the streets, the leftovers from last night's wasted decisions
What I would do to have another night feeling everything at once
The drunk and sober thoughts clashing
All the bad decisions after every tequila shot
Lately I have to pinch myself to feel something
To feel like I still exist, I hate that
I know in my heart I need to get my **** together
But honestly, how does anyone get to do that
I am actually losing grip on my self
It's like drowning in all these thoughts
But never wanting to gasp, never wanting to catch my breath
Maybe it's because I'm self-destructive, or self-loathing
Whatever it is, please tell me, I'll take it
I would take anything
Just tell me what this is
Feeling nothing is like getting slapped
in all your parts you never knew existed
Like drinking medicine for a friend's fever
Like taking a bullet for a stranger in another country
Like drinking cold coffee on a freezing day
Like being exposed to the sun and still wanting the scars
Like watching someone fall for you, and you, fall for yourself
Like actually liking being forgotten and left behind
Feeling nothing is like clashing, crashing, burning
and never wanting to be fixed by hands that shake
It just does not make sense
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
¿A qué me lo decís? Lo sé: es mudable,
es altanera y vana y caprichosa;
antes que el sentimiento de su alma,
brotará el agua de la estéril roca.
Sé que en su corazón, nido de sierpes,
no hay una fibra que al amor responda;
que es una estatua inanimada..., pero...
¡es tan hermosa!
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i want you
to think of me when your
crooked fingers slip under the waistband
of your favorite blue jeans;
to taste me when you press your lips
against the wine bottles we once
drank from under the crystalline moon;
to bleed when you see my deepest regrets
slit poetry in words of our love
onto your skin.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Makes no difference if you live in a mansion or an igloo. One of these days you're going to need a mop.
(Coming from someone who just finished cleaning and waxing his kitchen floor.)
copyright: richard riddle-May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Failure tonight
To recognize the one
Quoting the princess
When all is known
Anonymous has bid farewell
For tonight
Will make you reconsider.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
Veo a la luna desaparecer
en una marea de nubes grises,
estrellas jugando a la escondida
entre luces de bares y de casas,
y me pregunto
si tu luna también naufraga,
y tus estrellas también se escapan.
A veces no uso bufanda
y sacó las manos de los bolsillos
para dejar que me muerda el frío,
y sentir que al menos
en eso coincidimos,
que también se te congelan los dedos
y el viento también te enreda el pelo.
Quiero saber como es tu noche,
como es tu frío,
si lo vivís
al mismo tiempo que el mio,
o si mi luna y tu sol
estan destinados
a bailar siempre en círculos.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
XXXVI.
because you really don't want to hurt them you just still cant believe that anyone cares enough to be hurt when you hurt yourself
XXXVII.
because every new year you say you'll get better and you don't you still don't know if you should be independent of arbitrary dates that you trust so much even if they've never helped you
XXXIII.
because it hurts so much either way
XXXIV.
you'll just have to decide which you prefer
XXXV.
because you really gotta put more faith in rough drafts
XXXVI.
because you always want everything to be perfect but you know by now it won't be
XXXVII.
because these thoughts don't even really scare you anymore or maybe you're used to being afraid, but you know you'll stay, even if this place is unchanging
XXXVIII.
because that's only half the battle sometimes,
this times its not even that
XXXIX.
because you've never been this close to both life and death at the same time
XL.
because you're not afraid anymore to make rash decision you think you should fear what might happen because of that
XLI.
because, for now, the solution- the next step, is changing everything
XLII.
because until now changing has only meant covering up better
XLIII.
because maybe you can get better on your own, and maybe you can't
XLIV.
but the point is if you reach out you will never know if you could have done this independently, but if you cant do it on your own and you still try,
XLV.
because I know,
it's okay to reach out for help but,
is it okay to hold on?
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
Really tried to carry your unhappiness...
My back was out.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
So much death.
Twenty-two years of life
and I have experienced,
so
much
death.
My heroes all died,
as they will,
when youthful ignorance
turns to a bitter understanding on the reality of men.
We are flawed.
But it didn't stop there.
No,
year after year it seems,
death reaches all too soon.
A drug overdose,
a car accident,
a suicide.
One by one,
friends, family and enemies alike,
all have passed.
Some sought the grave,
some simply stumbled upon it.
It's all the same though,
the dead slumber;
the living carry on.
Until they don't.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
Pero olvidé que tus manos satisfacían
las raíces, regando rosas enmarañadas,
hasta que florecieron tus huellas digitales
en la plenaria paz de la naturaleza.
El azadón y el agua como animales tuyos
te acompañan, mordiendo y lamiendo la tierra,
y es así cómo, trabajando, desprendes
fecundidad, fogosa frescura de claveles.
Amor y honor de abejas pido para tus manos
que en la tierra confunden su estirpe transparente,
y hasta en mi corazón abren su agricultura,
de tal modo que soy como piedra quemada
que de pronto, contigo, canta, porque recibe
el agua de los bosques por tu voz conducida.
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No sientes también el peligro
en la carcajada del mar?
No ves en la seda sangrienta
de la amapola una amenaza?
No ves que florece el manzano
para morir en la manzana?
No lloras rodeado de risa
con las botellas del olvido?
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El pobrecito es tan feo
que nadie le hace cariño.
¡Dejan en la casa al niño
cuando salen de paseo!...
Y ello no tiene disculpa,
pues, de fealdad tan extraña,
es el molde de la entraña
quien ha tenido la culpa.
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