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I've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
Literature
Well...
Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Literature
Ways to conquer heartbreak
Dance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase
Literature
Secrets Should be Silent
Secrets Should be Silent:
What is in the nature of a secret?
It is not to be known, nor to be seen.
It is that which we bury beneath layers of deceit.
Why then, do we bury poetry?
why then, do we bury prose?
Why secret that which is meant to be seen,
And showcase that which is meant to be secret?
Are the words of our soul less important,
Than mere phrases designed to seek attention?
Are the words that we carve from experience,
Taken as less than a general phrase of emotion?
...No, I would hope not.
For I do as any other might,
And my skeletons are kept under lock and key.
For a secret displayed remains secret no longer;
Merely a gossip'
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This is a bit different than what I normally write.
I just want to say that it is dedicated to someone I admire very much here on dA for her always morbid, raw, fascinating, and completely inspiring poetry: *DearPoetry. If you've not come across her works yet, I highly suggest you check them out. They are absolutely worth it.
Kayla has taught me many a lesson when it comes to writing--and not just with poetry. Just write what's in your heart and never give up, no matter what may happen along the way. Screw what others tell you. Writing is literally one of the best therapies I have ever encountered. It's like open heart surgery, to me: it can do some very powerful things, be it positive or negative. However, there's a damn good percentage it will be for the better.
I just wanted to give her a little something to thank her for everything she's done for me, even if she doesn't know me at all and doesn't realize how much she inspires me to keep writing.
Edit: *flails* This made the front page. Why? The only reason it did was because I spammed groups with it, isn't it? I'm grateful for everyone's support, but I never understand when unworthy works like mine occasionally get the honor of making the front page...
I just want to say that it is dedicated to someone I admire very much here on dA for her always morbid, raw, fascinating, and completely inspiring poetry: *DearPoetry. If you've not come across her works yet, I highly suggest you check them out. They are absolutely worth it.
Kayla has taught me many a lesson when it comes to writing--and not just with poetry. Just write what's in your heart and never give up, no matter what may happen along the way. Screw what others tell you. Writing is literally one of the best therapies I have ever encountered. It's like open heart surgery, to me: it can do some very powerful things, be it positive or negative. However, there's a damn good percentage it will be for the better.
I just wanted to give her a little something to thank her for everything she's done for me, even if she doesn't know me at all and doesn't realize how much she inspires me to keep writing.
Edit: *flails* This made the front page. Why? The only reason it did was because I spammed groups with it, isn't it? I'm grateful for everyone's support, but I never understand when unworthy works like mine occasionally get the honor of making the front page...
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It's beautiful and makes so much sense.