cavilite
cavilite
A Knave
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ragsofshadow's writing blog. Mostly poetry. Content quality not guaranteed. Mobile links here. (previously: so-i-made-myself)
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cavilite · 7 years ago
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“I suffer from unrequited self love. I love myself, but I don’t love myself back.”
— Andrea Gibson, from Lord of the Butterflies
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cavilite · 7 years ago
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“The hard part, probably, is admitting that I really can’t handle it anymore.”
— Neil Hilborn, The Future
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cavilite · 7 years ago
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“A lot of the time I don’t want to die, I’m just embarrassed and that makes me long for death. Not death, just not being here.”
— Neil Hilborn, The Future
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cavilite · 7 years ago
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Bianca Phipps, “Stay With Me”. Watch Bianca’s brilliant full poem!        
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cavilite · 7 years ago
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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That’s Not In My Dictionary
This language that has no words  for the things I wish to say, only beautiful blown glass ornaments useless in their breathtaking light
This language that has no words I have spoken it all my life saying nothing nothing but what I am expected to say
This language that has no words becomes hard and heavy like an irreparably broken and ancient machine as I try to move it with my bare hands to speak with a voice it was not made to carry
G.K. 11 November, 2017
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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Well now, here I am, the prodigal son returns, rearing his ugly colors again.
FROM THE VAULT! RJ Walker - “Said the Confederate Flag to the American Flag”
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Performing at the 2016 Great Plains Poetry Pile-Up in Lincoln, NE. Want captions on all videos? Multilingual subtitles? A nationwide Button tour? Check us out on Patreon!
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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Love will tell you are beautiful, and mean it, over and over again.
Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, “When Love Arrives”
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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Glass Animals
Two glass animals on the ledge of a shelf
Among clutter took a dive when the window flailed.
They landed in a pile of clothes, managing
To only break roughly in half somehow,
And somehow I glued the unicorn’s head
With super glue onto the donkey’s body.
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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Abandoned farmhouse with supermoon [1356x2048]
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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The stuttering is the most honest part of me. It is the only thing that never lies.
FROM THE VAULT! Erin Schick - “Honest Speech” (NPS 2014)
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Erin Schick, performing during the 2014 National Poetry Slam. HELP SUPPORT BUTTON POETRY.
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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My armpit hair is uneven and I feel like something is wrong with my nipples but I don’t know what.
Ed Carlyon - “It’s OK”
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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dont worry, love youre home now. and all the things you left behind  have stayed there. they will wait for you to come back. but now you are home let peace enter before you and forget what is right for your nation.
you can rest here and you can rest here and you can rest here and you can rest here
G.K. 20 July, 2017
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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Watch the video for, “Notes on Staying”, by Hieu Minh Nguyen.     
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cavilite · 8 years ago
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The study of bodies in your mind, and what it means that you were born under Pluto’s light, or any of his servants’.
Between joy set and joy rise,  these dark ills can be seen more clearly in the night sky They haunt, with persistent light, the sealed eyes of the sleep-deprived until the conscious door’s bound shut to keep them out.
As joy sets and joy rises,  this new study of psychoastronology finds an unpredictable solstice, an imbalanced equinox As each passes, one day is a shorter longer louder quieter repetition of the last.
Joy sets, and joy rises, and in the twilight of happiness lies the fear of darkness, where the devil lies, and all those terrible minds come to hunt  in your very own bed where only dreams can hide you.
G.K. 7 July, 2017
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