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-Zoë Lianne

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Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across: Poems by Mary Lambert

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my mother's child will love you forever by weeps compiled drawn from whoever has ever crossed my wicked path and got lost in my mother's wrath could i disappear like i never was like a hazy deer gets hit by cars 'til you call the cops ill be encircling your surrounding when your anger tops i''ll be gurgling and rebounding wipe my corrupt tear crush my inner spark disrupt my rotten fear pull me out of sinner's dark cut my wrists slowly quickly spread the blood my gut bleeds holy yet slowly, i turn to mud i'll never be Abel or Cain's mother thus my label is death for my other never worthy of God's light or the church we filled with spite smitten with sorrow written by grief forbidden to borrow any pure hidden relief

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If I were to become an angel, I'd clip my wings just to see your heavenly face once more.

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Life is art

Art is beauty

Others are modeled

Life adds to them

Builds up their beauty

I’m carved by life

It takes and takes and takes

I’m art

I’m beauty

That eventually disappears

Because life has taken too much

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Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

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There She Is

When I go into the garden, there she is. The specter holds up her arms to show that her hands are eaten off. She is silent because of the agony. There is blood on her face. I can see she has done this to herself. So she would not feel the other pain. And it is true, she does not feel it. She does not even see me. It is not she anymore, but the pain itself that moves her. I look and think how to forget. How can I live while she stands there? And if I take her life what will that make of me? I cannot touch her, make her conscious. It would hurt her too much. I hear the sound all through the air that was her eating, but it is on its own now, completely separate from her. I think I am supposed to look. I am not supposed to turn away. I am supposed to see each detail and all expression gone. My God, I think, if paradise is to be here it will have to include her.

Linda Gregg in All of It Singing, 2008

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in "a passionate apprentice"

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in blackwater woods by Mary Oliver

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— Catherynne M. Valente, from “Deathless.”

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“I look in the mirror; hollowness. I touch my hands, they’re cold. It seems like blood runs no more. Practically I feel I am almost extinct and washed-out.”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

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i will spend the rest of my days trying to give voice to the love i am filled with

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grieving the person you used to be

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hello i wrote a poem

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“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

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"I get deeply tired because everything touches me, I am never indifferent."

Anais Nin