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Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.
— Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun
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Mary Oliver, West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems
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"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"
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of course he's read the secret history!!
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write
All I wanted to do was write
Write my life away
Write tales and stories that I’d never live to see
Write away my feelings for him that don’t seem to fray
Write away the dark shadows hiding behind the grin on my face
I just want to fade away
As the ink runs out of my pen and on this page
I just want to write and forget about everything else
That’s been haunting me
- @celinaa-rosa
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Octavio Paz, ‘Wind From All Compass Points’, A Tale of Two Gardens
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Astray (2016 movie directed by Musa Syeed)
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The calm after the storm.
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the language of the birds, richard siken
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“She puts her hands on my skin, and suddenly I don’t feel so broken or alone anymore. I feel like a woman — even if I’m only a woman in the way our kind can be.
But what’s so wrong with that? Why is it so strange to exist as I am, to be one of my own kind? I think I’ve learned that I quite like being such an unusual woman. I don’t know if I could have survived this life as any other.”
— K. Brennan, half finished thoughts
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Spiraling
A boy once drew a spiral for me On the misted window of a night bus He said it felt like we were spinning It’s funny how often I think about that At the end of a long day, a long tiring week Blinded by the glare of many neon lights Fragmented against the rain speckled windshield When it feels more like I’m sinking Like it’s all coming down around me
The vortex opens Everything connected in a forced perspective All linked and leading to the same meaningless conclusion The whirlwind swallows me and I close my eyes The only way out is to stop fighting it I cannot circumvent the circling thoughts The salvation comes in silencing them After a good night sleep it will all feel better I won’t be as suffocated by the endless recurrence Past, present, future, blurring and bleeding into each other Schoolyard chants, summer camp, high school, loneliness Classes and exams, the great unknown and loneliness Loneliness always
The boy is long gone, washed away I barely remember how he came into my life The tone is forgotten by the comment echoes A strange symbol of all that I have lost All that I’ve never had
It pulls to draw me in, the allure of a well-known sadness It says all the right words to entice and submerse me But I have heard those sirens sing before They have exhaustion on their side They know I have little strength left to resist But with wax in my ears and the usual mantras I will reach the surface I’ll get to my bus stop and walk straight home Paying no mind to the voices suggesting a different route A little detour, a few steps astray To roam and disappear, devoured by the night
The boy is but a puppet, one more image of the past Waved and used against me Made to repeat an innocent phrase, turned and twisted into insanity Reaching my doorstep, my safe harbor I’ll wait for the morning, for quieter waters It shall pass and subside, this sick spinning cyclone In the light, the boy is just a boy and the night no ocean I will be rested and stronger I’ll have survived another storm
Inspired by @a-holy-mind‘s prompt “mermaids” for @poetryclub13
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“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
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