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haiku #20, tathev simonyan

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The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

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musings on april

Sylvia Plath (Leon Dabo), Edna St. Vincent Millay, E. E. Cummings, Naguib Mahfouz (Edgar Degas), E. E. Cummings (Édouard Manet), Rabindranath Tagore, T. S. Eliot (Edgar Degas), F. Scott Fitzgerald (Alphonse Osbert)

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— e.e.cummings

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BUNNY BREAD!!! BUNNY BREAD!!! BUNNY BREAD!!!

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The Swan, Mary Oliver

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Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"

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little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

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Mary Oliver, March

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you are welcome to grieve, but try not to loiter over the grave of the former self that needed to die.

here’s the hard truth: your dreams will test you. it will ask more than you are prepared to give. you will be tried and tested. you will be emptied so as to be filled, and it will feel like something akin to dying. you will lay a thousand bodies between the person you were and the person you are becoming because that’s what it takes. you are welcome to grieve, but try not to loiter over the grave of the former self that needed to die. when the time is right, something will spring up from the soil where you have been planted because all this turmoil has not, has never been, for nothing.

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you are not just you

you are a collection of the stories you've read and the night skies you've admired. you are the smiles you've given to strangers and the tears you've lost on your pillows. you are the lives you've touched. you are a mixture of cosmic stardust and earth. you are a descendent of nomads and sailors. you are the flowers you've received and the plants you've watered. you are the adventures you've had and will have. you are your imagination and anticipation. you are not simple. you are a complex yet magnificent product of the life you have lived so far.

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Natalie Díaz, from “From the Desire Field”, Postcolonial Love Poem

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I scrounge for cigarettes in my room and I accidentally break them before I can relapse and I take it as a sign from a god that is not there. I wonder if killing myself over time is better than killing myself immediately. I leave class and don’t come back. What’s wrong with me?

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Poem 50 ("I lost my way, I forgot …"), Leonard Cohen

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"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

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{with special emphasis on no.4}

TO LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE, YOU WILL, AT TIMES, DISAPPOINT OTHERS. ✨🦋 and that’s okay.

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echo park be reading your soul sometimes