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Water Trine Things
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a bot for phrases from other poems, books, songs, etc. that make me lose my mind :-) you can dm me for questions/sources! posts every hour (moved over from twitter)
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You have been made in my likeness.
I am inside you – I am you / or you are me.
Let us say to one another: 'I am yours'–
and know finally that we will only ever be
as much as we are willing to save of one another.
That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying, I went closer and I did not die.
She moved with shameless wonder
The perfect creature rarely seen
Since some liar brought the thunder
When the land was godless and free.
a long time
can pass & wonderful things
can happen & one day you
smell or hear or see something
& remember & not only is it painful
to remember the person missing
i am the prison that turns to rain in your hands
When I put my teeth to her wrist, the world goes everywhere white. Not sound but the dizzying nautilus of what is both the palm and the ear. I invented her hand in this texture–: a grapheme.
Our fears can turn us deer-like. The man, bound hoof to hoof, looks up at his captor
In fantasies, revenge can have this pastoral grace. His trembling animal. Her delight in his trembling.
I've come to tell you I am leaving because I thought you might care to know. Foolish of me, because you care about nothing.
To have written a book is a very cool thing, when you are six or eight or ten years old. It leads to other cool things, such as fearless reading. Why would anybody who's written a book be afraid of reading one?
It's easier to love myself in metaphor than fact
I still love you after cutting down the trees
I still loved you as the car washed downstream
I still loved you after saying goodbye to the butterflies the elephants
I still loved you in a shard of light my finger in the web to
give it back tenfold
Sometimes you don’t die
when you’re supposed to
& now I have a choice
repair a world or build
a new one inside my body.
We are dying quickly
but behave as good guests should:
patiently allowing the night
to have the last word.
Dearest Father, what becomes of the boy
no longer a boy? Please–
what becomes of the shepherd
when the sheep are cannibals?
When I put my teeth to her wrist, the world goes everywhere white. Not sound but the dizzying nautilus of what is both the palm and the ear. I invented her hand in this texture–: a grapheme.
Because a woman
who knows war knows deliverance, her mouth a sea
of sharks trapped in coral.
Wasteland, baby
I'm in love, I'm in love with you
And I love too, that love soon might end
Be known in its aching
Shown in the shaking
Lately of my wasteland, baby.
You are wet and pretty.
I will believe in anything you do not
and bring it to you.
I want her like a river goes, bending.
listen I love you joy is coming.
you smell like the milk of whatever beast i am
Yet this silence is lined, I promise you, it is lined with tenderness. And if you doubt this, remember touching with your finger the inside of one of the nests the birds are building.
Don't we touch each other just to prove we are still here? I was still here once. The moon, distant & flickering, trapped itself in beads of sweat on my neck.
One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.
can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters