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Washington
Exhaust heavier than oxygen settled in my lungs.
I hopped the turnstile in DC and see now The Pool
tinged crimson and hear stirring of soldiers’ ghosts
p.a.c.i.n.g.
Streets and greenways of the nation’s crapitol.
It takes a sea of women, frothy, in hot pink tea shirts
to have any kind of voice. My womb stirs,
but all of these songs, shouts, screams, and whispers
Travel nowhere.
Even with bullhorns and amplifiers.
The President never removes his earplugs.
Folksingers and war criminals alike demand
((or beg politely for)) god-given rights.
We seem not to have learned from history.
The meek inherit nothing.
Exhaust heavier than oxygen settled in my lungs.
I hopped the turnstile in DC and see now The Pool
tinged crimson and hear stirring of soldiers’ ghosts
p.a.c.i.n.g.
Streets and greenways of the nation’s crapitol.
It takes a sea of women, frothy, in hot pink tea shirts
to have any kind of voice. My womb stirs,
but all of these songs, shouts, screams, and whispers
Travel nowhere.
Even with bullhorns and amplifiers.
The President never removes his earplugs.
Folksingers and war criminals alike demand
((or beg politely for)) god-given rights.
We seem not to have learned from history.
The meek inherit nothing.
Literature
No poetry
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
Literature
Poetry
I'll take all my
Anger, sadness, joy, appreciation, observation
The metaphysical, the ethereal
And put it onto here.
Write black ribbons onto white paper
And unravel the sphere
Of flowing thoughts and clashing voices
The crashing of waves and the foam of the sea.
I think poetry in the shower
Poetry in my sleep
Poetry before and after I make a leap
I think poetry when I watch people dying
And when I hear children sighing
Poetry when I watch a machine
All in those monochrome films in history.
Though I feel it, I still don't know the words
Forming in my mouth but not coming out
Like tears that haven't been formed
They exist men
Literature
Quotes
~I live for the moments I get to spend with you, but it kills me then to remeber you don't care~
~You're not suppsed to live life waiting because what you're waiting for may pass you by without yu knowing, or it might be right in front of you. (i had a little help from will on this one)~
~I wanna run away and hide, but I feel so overwhelmed I'm afriad to even try.~
~I can't defend myself from the emotions of losing you.~
~Music is my boyfriend because it can't break my heart the way you do.~
~I'm dying here in this place they call paradise.~
~I'm so tired of killing my heart for you. (i used this in something but i just liked the way it
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Section of the America A-Z collection.
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