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Spring WatersThis spring blossoms beckon and robins huddle in tire tracks through the late heavy snow— like my pink and white wishes, sun too intermittent, rains cold, and season’s promise uncertain, heart weighted, overdrawn, and wind rattled by all— and withdrawn, so like the warm weather, fear in mother’s mind for the fragile fawn of the future, for the fate of these days, for the waiting— for more robins, how many before the weather turned down, and now so far between wingspans of glimpses. In cold, I quiver, knowing the precarious placeSpring Waters
by ~friskyryski
Softer Breaking PointShe wears her pain on her neck, the chain the one thing she won’t let him take off— and she stands there more naked than she’s been for anyone else, and still it’s not enough— she’s protecting too much. Sometimes it falls open, and that glimpse lingers there until she discovers and snaps that small latch. He soothes her again, afraid of the sight and the sounds, and with locket closed tight, breaking point hit and recovered, he holds her until she can open and empty, bare and ready for this.Softer Breaking Point
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Without Jezebels GloryCities fall in a day, and these—tentative structures quiver now, through all falter lines of a heart, my heart that I gave him by a growing percentage against his thirty-five, and who knows who many nights of invalidation with somebody else. And what I’d held falls, unimportant, not even second, just more—into gaping holes that I’d never come out of, because they’d take all I have without noticing it—collapse in on myself, before the pillagers come, before my worth spills out over all those dirty hands. Oh God, why— whyWithout Jezebels Glory
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Voice RecitalThe whole time I watch that vase with the multi-colored roses, all one length, quiver as the pianist, turning her own pages, plays the music I'd enjoy without the wailing of the girl in the prom dress.Voice Recital
Between songs of foreign words, which according to the pink-tinged program, are love and nature's bird (beauty saying nothing new), she walks around for water, and how I hate those roses, their overt stems, and that pretentious crimson chalice.
The other piano in the room has oriental symbols and tiny decorative legs, with practicality bearing weight, we
by ~friskyryski
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The Things We Never SayMy Dear,The Things We Never Say
We've come again to this. You're in the bedroom slamming drawers and packing suitcases, crying on the phone to your mother. I can hear the corners of your conversation: "Can you believe it?" and "...should've left years ago." I think I heard a "worthless son of a bitch" bounce against the closet. (Let's hope, this time, you leave it on its hinges.)
I wonder what you're wearing. You ripped your blouse getting out of the car tonight—caught it on that three carat platinum bracelet I bought you for Valentine's Day—so I can't imagine it's survived y
by `GeneratingHype
Inside Every Fat WomanAnd one day there was a mass breakout of thin women.Inside Every Fat Woman
In shops, on street corners, Yes it was hard work, but no pain no gain. Skirts were shorter, tops were tighter, Nights were longer, voices were louder, Men were shallower, but more frequent. Confident? Yes, but
What had they done with my fat friends? These weren’t the same women. They talked of my friends as jailers, Jailers who were fat, and nothing else, keeping them at bay. My friends were never smug, They were never loud or abrasive, They didn’t believe that looks were all an
by *ThornyEnglishRose
The Women of AvignonPurring at cat-calls, women don’t play around. Eager and willing, supply the food, the Eve’s Temptation.The Women of Avignon
And all the while
really remain hidden. Masked and faking, already taken for the gone. Paid and stayed, poised at the ready,
while still lying to high Hell. Knowing no heaven, but pretense will do. Drunken philanderings substitute quite nicely. Midnight Riders,
cowboy-ing the blues. Tempted to furtively do, all the while stuck in explicitly be.
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Ok, so I know the LoTN thus far has only been singular, aaaaaaand technically it's not night when I'm doing this, but stop interrupting me cos I've got a link full of awesomey goodness. Daffodils by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold is a poem using caesura with amazing effectiveness. This puppy reads slooooow and wonderful; a true lyrical moment in time that encompasses the category in which this piece is found. To fully realize that this poem has it all, you should all do yourselves a favor and wikipedia "daffodil" as well.
Feel free to stop by and give me lovings, people and enjoy tonight's LoTN!
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped us for. --Larry Niven
I've decided to take up the practice myself. I dunno how long I'll keep it up, but hopefully it will give me a reason to go out and find some good writing.
Tonight though I'm starting with a classic, `rebelchic's The Last Walk With Destiny: [link]
Enjoy! And have a good night everyone! <3
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"There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken."
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