Tag: poetry
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Three things i learned from life
1. The prince smiles at the pauper and he says, welcome home. He removes her rags and seats her on a throne, gives her jewels, buys her gowns and drowns her in the kind of whispers i shouldn’t repeat. These are the kinds of bedtime stories my mother flushed down my throat: poor girl meets…
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observations on the self, une.
i have the kind of earnestness that is manufactured and consumed an honesty that lies over the yellowing surface of gritted teeth (prescribed by doctors and thieves) here is a dress i wear to politics and heartbreak and this dress is the skin i wear everyday
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cinderella: origins
i was born dishonest looking for some trouble in the silence. i was born wanting but perfect they tell me shut up, be quiet: look pretty, be steady don’t come and revolutionize but in my head i knew i had plenty of life left to fuck up and demonize. there are rhythms in my head…
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to love;
i think i’ll take this time to fall in love and gamble all my hopes on a single man; i’ll leave my sad days behind and discover forever; i think i’ll take this time to learn how to love and see what wonders await, there in his arms under the sunset, where he’ll kiss me…
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when the memories start to fade, that’s when you first wonder: was any of it ever real?
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i know it isn’t wise, but lately I’ve been wondering//
Hi. I don’t actually know. Whatever.
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i shared a story, and then
They weren’t lost. I left.
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a collection | you read words and you forget to breathe
you read words and you forget how to breathe
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dare to be your own altar worship the god of your self you are a phenomenon and strings of priests lined up by their figs will follow
jari m 