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Daily Deviation
June 7, 2016
glory in red by stuff7 succinctly tells the story of surviving in a way that is personal and endearing.
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i'm drinking cough syrup
in june like it's almost
christmas
i'm speaking in only the scars
lining the inside of my mouth
i'm writing with only the scars
that i have already written
my hands are shaking and it seems
that the levies have broken
my hands no longer sewn together
my pen again filled with red ink
am i still seeking glory
is there a life here for me
i can feel a breath in my chest forming
-
i'm drinking hot chocolate
in december while it's near
freezing
i am no longer writing
on previously written letters
i am no longer writing
in red ink
i am still seeking glory
and it seems a life remains for me
in june like it's almost
christmas
i'm speaking in only the scars
lining the inside of my mouth
i'm writing with only the scars
that i have already written
my hands are shaking and it seems
that the levies have broken
my hands no longer sewn together
my pen again filled with red ink
am i still seeking glory
is there a life here for me
i can feel a breath in my chest forming
-
i'm drinking hot chocolate
in december while it's near
freezing
i am no longer writing
on previously written letters
i am no longer writing
in red ink
i am still seeking glory
and it seems a life remains for me
Literature
flicker flame
you are so delicately edged.
midblue spring, candlelight whitewash;
i bet your face would look good
behind the flame-
on the other side
of this godforsaken
cracked mirror,
where i am.
where
i
am,
grasping at the flicker
only to get singed
and recoil into darkness
Literature
l'amour a distance
we love like vagrants,
ours a truck stop romance,
ours all the vagaries of
runaway time:
us a roadside motel,
us a highway map,
us a crumpled collection
of interstate lines.
ours a vagabondish worship
of the distances we drive.
and all the violence of longing,
is that yours or is it mine?
and the vacancies in my body,
are they yours
or are they mine?
Literature
Blueberries
I find myself grateful
for the existence of semicolons,
little things
keeping my life sentence
half open;
lost in thought
I wash the blueberries
with trembling hands,
you listen to the news
while making tea -
it’s a bitter cup again
but we have honey,
strong hearts, a lock on the door -
we have time for laughter;
in the end
it all comes down to this:
a bowl of blueberries
a kiss on the cheek;
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okay so i'm drunk and thinkking about death n stuff and realizing i probably shouldn't but y'know ain't being mentally ill jjst the b est thing in the world
some days i truly wonder how i'm still alive
some days i truly wonder how i'm still alive
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Oh dear, I love your poetry so much that I can't express how much I am happy about you having a DD
Congrats
Keep writing! We need more poets like you.
Congrats
Keep writing! We need more poets like you.