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1. The Two-Headed Calf - Laura Gilpin:
"Tomorrow, when the farm boys find this freak of nature,
they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight, he is in the north field with his mother.
It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard,
the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky,
there are twice as many stars as usual."
2. We Are Carried - Sara Rian:
"We are carried.
In bellies. In arms.
In love. In hope.
In caskets. In urns.
In grief. In memories.
Our whole lives and into the next
we are carried."
3. I Can Stand Alone - L.E. Bowman:
"The truth is
I can
stand alone.
grow alone.
be alone.
But I do not want
to have to.
5. My Past Is An Armor I Can't Take Off - Jessica Katoff:
"My past is
an armor
I cannot
take off,
no matter
how many times
you tell me
the war
is over."
6. I Pray Nobody Kills Me For The Crime Of Being Small - Kayla Ancrum
"If I am killed for simply living,
Let death be kinder than man.
And God,
Please let the deer on the highway
get some kind of Heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go someplace with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole.
May the mice in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.
I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small."
7. Achilles
"I'll tell you a secret.
Something they don't teach you in your temple.
The gods envy us.
They envy is because we're mortal,
because any moment could be our last.
Everything is ore beautiful
because we are doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again."
8. Lies I've Told My 3 Yeal Old Recently -Raul Gutierrez
"Trees talk to eachother at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV,
they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very quiet you can hear the clouds
rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there."
9. Oscar Wilde
"Love?"
"An illusion."
"Religion?"
"The fashionable substitute for Belief."
"You are a skeptic."
"Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith."
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
10. Laika - Sarah Doyle
"Moscow street-mutt, unloved
stray. Eleven pounds of bone,
of pelt, of tail. Who can weigh
the heart of dog? What dials
or instruments may measure
loyalty; the desire, hard-wired,
to obey? Dogs have no gods,
know only to worship the hand
that feeds. There is no canine
word for pray. Brave little
cosmonaut, faithful to a fault;
caught and collared, Earth no
more than a distant ball with
which you cannot play. How
the words that sent you on
your way crackle through
the ragged dishes of your ears,
a comet’s tail of breaking
syllables that even now leave
their trail: Laika, in. Laika, lay.
Good girl, Laika. Wait. Stay."
11. For A Student Who Used AI To Write A Paper - Joseph Fasano
"Now I let it fall back
in the grasses.
I hear you. I know
this life is hard now.
I know your days are precious
on this earth.
But what are you trying
to be free of?
The living? The miraculous
task of it?
Love is for the ones who love the work."
12. Of Wildfowers - J. Sullivam
"When I was young,
I hears so much about being
a child/man/woman 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥
but then I grew up and all
I ever wanted
was to be of wildflowers,
of willow, toad, and bone,
of swallowtails, sow thistle
and cedar, of birds."
- "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire." - Jeneane O'Riley
- "You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while." - Eckhart Tolle
- "The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesnt. My guilt will not purify me." - Unknown
- "You have to be odd to be number one." - Dr. Seuss
- "And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive." - Sierra Colbeth
- "In the end, even the stars choose destruction over life." - Unknown
- "Lilith didn't kneel. Persephone didn't ask. Medusa didn't forgive. & Neither will I." - Unknown
- "...Make death proud to take us." - William Shakespeare
- "Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear." - William Wordsworth
- "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And as I kneel here now; hands red with blood, I know deep down, that I'll do it again." - Unknown
- "People will not like the fact that you bow to no one." - Unknown
- "And when her halo broke, she carved the two halves into horns." - Jordan Sarah Weatherhead
- "I believe poetry happens to a poet long before they ever write it." - Unknown
- "You want so badly to be pure again, you call yourself a doll, a lamb, an innocent little thing. But the color pink doesn't wash away sin, and rosaries don't make you any less scared of god." - l♡vette
- "You all realize I'm going to snap one day... right?" - Unknown
- "At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this?/And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?" - Ilya Kaminsky
- "Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?" - Nitya Prakash
- "And the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundnce of it." - Richard Siken
- "For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth." - Zoe Skylar
- "To burn the Witch is to admit that magic exists." - Erin Anastasia
- "Act my age? What the fuck is that, "act my age"? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor." - Unknown
- "What is human existance? It turns out it's pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky." - Michelle Thaller
- "When a person tells you you hurt them, you don't get to decide you didn't." - Louis C.K.
- "Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people. Maybe we're not to be. Maybe we are sattelites. Maybe we are the lucky ones. Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more. Maybe we are all cabinets. Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people. Maybe we're each other's soulmates." - Unknown
- "Survivors have scars. Victims have graves." - Unknown
- "I only write when I am falling in love or falling apart." - Unknown
- "I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesnt know when to stop giving." - Trista Mateer
- "They broke the wrong parts of me. They broke my wings and forgot I had claws." - Unknown
- "Every time a man yells you are seven years old again and he is packing the suitcase once more. Picking you up by the neck, teaching you obediance. To be soft, like the belly of a fish exposed to a knife." - Clementine von Radics
- "You may be pretty and all but if the world was blind who would you impress?" - Unknown
- "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." - Taking Back Sunday
- "You're not as simple as they wanted you to be." - Unknown
- "I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved." - Unknown//"The real question is who in that room would still catch you." - Unknown
- "A woman's first blood doesn't come from between her legs but from biting her tongue." - Meggie Royer
- "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above ones head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace." - Oscar Wilde
- "Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined." - Ocean Vuong
- "I am homesick for a home that I have yet to create." - Christopher Tapp
- "Worship isn't love. It's distance, dressed as devotion. You can't hold someone from a pedastal." - Unknown
- "I only know how to exist when I'm wanted." - Mary Lambert
- "I sing in greek, I pray in latin, I ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers; so dead that it has returned to dust." - Unknown
- "If there is a god, he will have to beg for my forgiveness." - Unknown
- "I will not let this river break me just so god can have something to heal." - Allie Long
- "If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a god then I'm going to make him cry." - S. Osborn
- "I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell." - Anne Carson
- "Just because I don't require much doesn't mean I require the bare minimum." - Unknown
- "If it is meant for you, you won't have to beg for it. You will never have to sacrifice your dignity for your desitiny." - Edgar Allen Poe
- "How many graved will I need, to bury everything that died inside of me?" - Naya Aknis
- "We are writers, my love. We don't cry. We bleed on paper." - A.Y.
- "Just once, I would like to be the poem and not the poet." - J.R. Rogue
- "Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know." -
Songs of Sapphique
- "If I am a god, I am not worthy of worship." - Unknown
ATTENTION!! Before you judge anything, just a friendly reminder that I didn't fucking make ANY of this for you. I wasn't PLANNING on showing ANYONE. But I decided to, because what's the purpose of writing something nobody will see, or saying something nobody will hear? Why waste the breath or energy? This life is limited anyways, so fuck it. Maybe you'll like it after all. Or not. If you don't, you could always not read it. Anyways, enjoy my lost sleep and sore limbs! I'll be adding more every so often probably. Most of these are just little snippets of things I can use later. !!
- And so, I shall voice my complaints in song. Maybe then you will listen to me, or even sing along.
- Time isn't real. It passes too fast for that. 100 years is gone in a hour, a year in a day, a minute in a moment. A life, in a blink of an eye. Too fast for words. Too fast for memories. Too fast for thoughts. Too fast for life itself.
- Words can't describe how much I loved you before I realized how it felt to be loved.
- Sure, I had no childhood. But that's because I had to grow up.
Because I had to be perfect.
Sure, I get dizzy every time I stand up. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because it's probably just low iron, or from me not eating.
Sure, I don't eat or feel hunger. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because it's probably just in my head, and I need to pay better attention.
Sure, I've passed out a few times. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because it's probably just low blood sugar.
Sure, I'm always tired. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because it's probably just because I can't sleep at night.
Sure, I can't sleep at night. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because they'll just tell me it's my Insomnia, hold me down, yell at me as I cry, give me a shot and medication...
And send me home.
Sure, I'm always nervous. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because they'll just say it's anxiety.
Sure, I cry every time I remember what happened. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because I might be faking it.
Sure, I break down in tears when I talk about it. But I don't want to go to a doctor.
Because they'll sit me down in front of a stranger for an hour, and tell me to talk about it.
Sure, I'm silent the whole hour. But I don't want to talk.
Because the lady might not be trustworthy. She could tell everyone what I said, right?
Sure, I keep seeing the shadows and hearing my name. But I don't want to talk.
Because she might get me in trouble, right?
Sure, I keep thinking things that are impossible. But I don't want to talk.
Because I'm afraid.
Sure, I tried to overdose. To end it all. I tried to cut. To slit my throat. But I don't want to talk.
But maybe I should. Maybe it'll get better if I do.
Sure, I told them about it. And now they're sending me away.
But maybe I should have told them about my dad, too.
The way he shoved me, yelled at me, threatened me...
Now, I said it. I've been through so much, I can hardly function.
But at least I'm safe.
But at least he's gone.
But now, with no troubles on the outside...
Will anyone listen to what's inside? If I repeat it, Over...
And over...
Again?...
- Shut up.
You don't know what it's like.
To wake up at 3 and cry out of fear.
To want to go back to sleep, not because you're tired, because you were happy in your dreams.
To wish you could go back, and redo your childhood.
Shut up.
There was never a monster under the bed, or in the closet.
It was always here, in our heads, in our hearts and in the mirror.
We used to be afraid of the dark, but now we find comfort in it.
In the closet.
It used to be always feared, because of what it may have hidden.
But now we hide in it.
Shut up.
I always wanted to be held.
To be told those few words.
It's okay.
It's fine.
But it will always be a wish. A want.
Shut up.
It hurts.
To know that it was never love or respect I felt towards you.
It was fear.
Anger.
Shut up.
You ask me why I stay.
Why don't I leave my friends when you say they'll be okay?
It's because of something simple, really.
I don't want them to feel my pain.
To end up like me, alone and afraid.
My heart that used to be whole
Was shattered and broken, like glass.
Sharp, and dangerous.
It used to be innocent, I swear.
Not anymore. At least, not here.
So, just shut up.
Maybe, just maybe, my pain will pass.
-Why?
Why did I take the blade?
The pills?
Why did I say those words?
I'm sorry.
Did I hurt you?
Are you okay?
I'm sorry.
Can I fix it?
Can I make you happy?
Can I tell you what I wish to hear?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I made a mistake.
I'm sorry I listened to them.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I felt again.
I'm sorry I made another wound.
I'm sorry I cried.
No.
Not anymore.
I'm sorry I'm blocking it all out.
I don't care anymore.
I'm not sorry.
Did I hurt you?
Are you okay?
I'm not sorry.
I can't fix it.
I can't make you happy.
I can't tell you.
I'm not sorry.
I made a mistake.
I listened to them.
I hurt you.
I can't feel again.
I made another wound.
I can't cry.
I'm numb.
I don't care.
I’m still a kid.
I'm sorry.
-It was never love.
Was it?
You hurt me.
I wanted you anyway.
The way you made me feel
The emotions.
The pain.
I loved it.
Or did I?
No.
You left me.
Now that I have healed, I know for a fact.
It was never love.
I’m scared of you.
It was fear.
I was never mad.
I never hated you.
I was terrified.
You hurt me so much that I was scared.
Not of losing you.
Not of hurting you.
Of you.
So tell me, was it ever love?
Or was I attached to the fear?
To the way you hurt me?
Gaslit me?
Lied to me?
You made me leave scars on my own body.
I trusted you.
Not just with my mind.
My thoughts.
My heart.
My life.
It was all in your hands.
-Dogs.
They’ll always love you.
They’ll forgive you
No matter what you do.
If you hurt them
Yell at them
Send them away.
They’ll always come back
Whining
Begging
For what they were trained to believe is love.
They’ll run back
Their tail between their legs.
Because they love you.
Cats.
They’ll always care for you.
Even if they don’t show it.
Those gifts
Are because they want you to eat
And they won’t until you do.
They hide when they’re sick
Just to protect you.
Birds.
They die because their lover did.
They believe that they could never survive without them.
They grew so attached
They forgot how to breathe on their own.
Do these sound familiar?
These aren't about dogs, cats, or birds.
They never were.
Were they?
-The Raven may fly, with wings like glass.
Graceful, fragile, silent flaps.
A stare cold and sharp enough to cut like a blade might.
Talons hard enough to slice one’s throat in two.
The Fox may walk, with paws like feathers.
Soft, quiet, precise steps.
A glare intimidating enough to make even a God shake.
Fangs sharp enough to pierce one’s heart like an arrow.
The Doe may stand, with legs like trees.
Tall, proud, soft.
Hooves solid enough to trample even the toughest vines
And a stare that makes one freeze and shake, despite it doing the same.
And a Hare may run, with paws like wings.
Fast, quiet, and determined.
A one-track mind, focused enough to make you pause
And a leap that’s set in stone.
But one may need to stop and consider
The Hare is doomed.
One wrong leap, and the Foxes fanWill pierce that Rabbit bone.
So, run, Little Rabbit, before it’s too late.
And hide, Little Doe, hide.
For what makes The Raven run
Is too horrible for my eyes.
The Raven and Fox may seem a team
But they both have other plans.
For once The Raven has caught his Prey
And The Fox has his
It’s too late for you, my son.
As The Fox pounces towards The Raven’s claw
They both cut and slice, like so-
And as the person watches, they freeze in the snow.
Fangs in The Raven’s heart, and Talons in The Foxes throat,
The person grabs their gun and shoots-
And blood begins to cover the snow.
So heed my warning, child-
Beware The Foxes claws.
For once you trust the other person,
You very well may become the prey.
And heed my warning, son-
With paws as white as snow.
Never gaze into his eyes-
For a Raven knows all.
Never pause too long-
Pay attention to your path-
For as soon as you go from it,
There is no turning back.
And as the blood fills the once white snow,
The person starts to grin.
For their fangs start to show
In their toothy, long grin.
Their claws unsheathe
And their heart starts to race.
For they have begun to realize
That bloods their favorite taste.
They pounce apon the meat
And dig their claws in.
The Moon shines apon this sight
As The Clouds start to thin.
The Moon starts to smile
And The Sun starts to frown
As the river watches quietly
And the ground murmurs now.
Though this tale was long ago,
The lesson remains intact-
The Earth always remembers
And The Air watches so.
Pay attention child, I won’t say this again-
Be careful what you do and say,
You’ll never know when your time may end.
Don't worry, I'll be adding more awful random shit soon! :D