youre using your headphones to drown out your mind 
Tired| There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet. No love that leaves the lover unmarked. ~ Jeanette Winterson |
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Kate2009 poems
sparrowsparrow
you haven't eaten in days,
I hold your hand like it is a dying bird,
hollow boned.
I want to tell you
you are beautiful,
but there are never enough words,
and we haven't spoken the same language in years, so I watch you carefully turning yourself inside out,
the lists begin to cover the walls,
the things you can't afford to let slide, the things you
refuse to forget.
by *sunshinegypsy
the living and the deadthe living and the dead
I lie on the floor, I cannot bear the bed, the sheets, so sweet smelling soft. I lie on the floor like it is the deck of a ship before a storm.
the things I used to tell you no one knows, the nightmares followed us home, but I like to think you have learned the secret -
where to begin the forgetting. I put you in a room like a moth in a jar, listen for your last breath, open the door, but you are gone the scent of burning hair, the animal fear, the way your knees brush each other like leaves, soundless &nbs
by *sunshinegypsy
balancing actsall your therapists tell you that secretly, you hatebalancing acts
yourself, this is how you part ways,
the basis of unintentional
dislike – a person explaining you have reason to be unloved
no surprises here, you love a man who rolls off your body
for greener pastures, you
fall in love with the taste
of other women.
you know years have passed because
the songs on the radio change,
you don’t know any of the words,
but all the other women are still in love with a
handsome man,
you smoke in the kitchen, prete
by *sunshinegypsy
reclamationreclamation
today in Walmart,
the boy who tried to
rape me at sixteen,
now a man, shopping for underwear,
my toes think about earth,
moon rock, grave dirt,
I do not preach
forgiveness,
my arms are branches,
a deep breath, a body’s memory
by *sunshinegypsy
she has taken up dancingshe thinks of suicide as a lost art.she has taken up dancing
she wakes to write a poem, her face is not listening to her and it is smiling.
she touches her daughter’s sleeping limbs,
feels love like a tidal wave, picks up a boulder, rises to greet it;
it is May and the tree outside her window is bare, she begins singing out loud.
she speaks in French, she has never heard the words, but reading them from the page, they sound like birds taking flight.
by *sunshinegypsy
from the inside out - rewriteshe spends days looking,from the inside out - rewrite
beneath the couch, behind the door, the garbage disposal.
adjectives become weapons, love and hate are not mutually exclusive.
she is trapped by the weight of the bed,
the ceiling presses lightly against her face.
her body,
a double-edged sword.
she bears the weight of memory, shrieking like carrion birds.
by *sunshinegypsy
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sparrowsparrow
you haven't eaten in days,
I hold your hand like it is a dying bird,
hollow boned.
I want to tell you
you are beautiful,
but there are never enough words,
and we haven't spoken the same language in years, so I watch you carefully turning yourself inside out,
the lists begin to cover the walls,
the things you can't afford to let slide, the things you
refuse to forget.
by *sunshinegypsy
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And I reckon that's one of the really important things in a marriage - you're each others' best friend, but not their only friend. So sometimes you can let off steam to another person, and so can they, and it takes the pressure off.
And I reckon if it was the right person, it wouldn't get boring. It couldn't. And if it does, they aren't right for you.
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
~ Brian Andreas
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
--
If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
~ Brian Andreas
--
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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