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aftermath by anyimacielgray, literature

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aftermath

this morning my heart woke me up to tell me you're taking your piece with you when you go, tugging at the distance as your plane left the runway and i wrenched into the darkness you left me for and i swore i could see the stars falling down around me the minute i said your name and it echoed, my god, the syllables sunk deep into the pit of my stomach and rested there like seeds, watered by the nights i spent telling what was left of me to forget all of you while my insides tried to figure out how to be less, necessarily it never worked. it never does when you treat hearts like candy bars, like pieces you deserve to break off

last season's mix tapes by anyimacielgray, literature

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last season's mix tapes

in every story, there is a plot. this is called “what happens.” what happens is usually someone dies and someone rebuilds, someone buys a wedding ring and maybe she says yes. what happens is we lose touch. what happens is we stop at the laundromat, and i don’t know if i am inventing the men smoking cigars on the porch, or if it is really thursday. what happens is i am nine and you are a few years older and we are in the laundromat with three baskets full of clothes. what happens is my parents are waiting in the car and we have quarters weighing down our pockets and we are grown up as we press coins into the slots on

leaving the nest by anyimacielgray, literature

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e street shuffle by anyimacielgray, literature

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e street shuffle

daylight whitens the scars of the hasty reenactment, the perfunctory funk of traincar graffiti crews hunkered over backalley dumpsters making the news humdrum the creation never undone, the hard- won that stays because it stays unseen, becomes routine, becomes the sheen of art school dreams still visible beneath the filth of city streets, a fantasy decaying in its frame & heedless with age under the superficial rage of the blindly worked & blindly paid, systematic slaves to factories where they make but don't create, where graffiti is the only god left to praise, where capitalists' fingers weighed down with rings snap, start t

love the yarn, love the bestseller by anyimacielgray, literature

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love the yarn, love the bestseller

falling for you in december was a cold fiction, myth rich & beautiful like the frost weighing down the tip of every blade of grass in the mornings, like heather's house late at night, bushes swollen thick & obscuring the street signs, with me scouring evergreen lane for numbers, waiting for a flicker of the porchlight, yelling her name to find out i had driven around evergreen court in stupid sooty circles, down the street from falling with you in december, when i was trailing you by entire revolutions, when without your name i thought i could hunt down your heart in the dark, when without you i scratched the fable of our love ont

to giovanna cenami by anyimacielgray, literature

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to giovanna cenami

mother goddess, your whole deep greens astonish. & your pale yellow slivers of sun & then the blue sky sleeves with your open fertile hands blossoming out of them, small & serene. your gaze a red innocence, heavy with curiousity & need. the white white veil won't dare touch your cheek bones. it graces your glowing forehead, forgotten entirely after the shock of love in your glance. you know this man's profound black browns, his steady eye the flickering immodest uncaring of calculation hung over his lids, over the hazy grey of city sky, this hard bent man stooped with briefcase in hand, thickly cloaked, thin lipp

cons by anyimacielgray, literature

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cons

i've swallowed continents en masse, & all their statues too, or their shot glasses (i admit to a collection) or their calls, their laughs & hiccups, ornaments in piles on trees – the odd ingredient in pies & tickets to museums & that night itch of metaphysics' batty evil eye. i listen for the strange ways we debrick each other, say hello, craft whole triptychs of queries after dogs & aunts, i wake with elbows bruised from who knows which event i tripped into (but i would bake forever while you read me nietzsche or the dialogues or charmed me to the floor)

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:bulletpurple: note: these are five of my favorite poems. to the creators, thank you for sharing. i hope through this humble feature, other readers will find themselves appreciating your poems. :+fav: Where gravity knots my tendons into rope, my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes into searchlights scanning the horizon for the first ship that leads to you. harvest moon by: ~poshlost (https://www.deviantart.com/poshlost) © poshlost (https://www.deviantart.com/poshlost) :+fav: You don't let me pick you up anymore. But when you come to me after a busy day, when you lay your head on my lap, when you press against my side like the first time I met you, I know w

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the living and the dead by sunshinegypsy, literature

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the living and the dead

I lie on the floor, I cannot bear the bed, the sheets, so sweet smelling soft. I lie on the floor like it is the deck of a ship before a storm. the things I used to tell you no one knows, the nightmares followed us home, but I like to think you have learned the secret - where to begin the forgetting. I put you in a room like a moth in a jar, listen for your last breath, open the door, but you are gone the scent of burning hair, the animal fear, the way your knees brush each other like leaves, soundless I lie on the floor, my hipbone falling between beams, dirty laundry under my cheek, I fall asleep watching the rise and fal

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for my mother, for whom i am never careful enough by anyimacielgray, literature

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for my mother, for whom i am never careful enough

i always thought if i kept still enough or grew two dimensional enough i could tip myself over into space: honest, bones, i could shrug at gravity & join with you to fashion a rubber duck for the great & terrible zeus a universe wide, tipping earth precisely in the right ways. i always thought if i kept still enough or grew two orchids, carefully, the way my mother often tried to, she wouldn't die thinking i refuse to carry her face, honest bones i could shrug at gravity & join with you. i walk fast without breaking her back – i can love, too: oh, mother, your beloved & bitchy brace face, space case, i always thought if i kept

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favourite genre of music: everything, operating system: borrowed spleen, shell of choice: turtle, favourite cartoon character: calvin and hobbes, personal quote: I'VE HELD MANY A BABY WHILE THE HOMEGIRL GOT HER SCRAP ON}

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Jul 28, 2013

i love you i love you

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hi beautiful people! thank you for the daily deviation what a gorgeous surprise (: i'm trying as always to catch up on messages but here is a thing i have started doing http://youtu.be/g5e02-RkHCI if you have any requests for me please post them! i'll read any of my poems in a video. i was inspired by my friend steve roggenbuck http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YchvRnKwCbc please watch his videos. what a beautiful person <3 i love you all so very very much.

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Jun 20, 2013

all the forests of our daughters' grandfathers

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hello my darlings as today is 20 june i received my marks! it's a good thing i don't need this term transferred because i got my first b in uni )': anyhow i am uploading my portfolio (title above) & i recommend you click on the folder in my gallery & read it through in order (you don't have to read it all at once but i think it's better to read them in order~) as follows silence in the chapel family tree trip estrella del mar at the galleria in april ode to whiskey plato's allegory nightmare diary knots béal feirste Variations on the Word "Know" from the webmaker's ceiling beyond the dollhouse recreation story

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May 16, 2013

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some of you lovely buggers knew or figured it out but - the rumours are true! this past 7 may i have officially survived to my 21st birthday! sorry i haven't updated or written in a while - been loads busy with coursework & very recently with finals (i turn in my last two papers friday!) & figuring out how to be happy. anyway, it was an amazing day, & a fantastic night, & allover incredible to be in ireland for it (: i do miss my family & friends terribly, but i'll be back in their arms in just one month! i have done a lot of things on this trip that i thought terrified me, like travelling alone or asking for directions, but once i t

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May 1, 2018

Happy Early Birthday wishes to you and may it be a most wonderful one!

Apr 30, 2017

Happy Early Birthday next week my dear and may it be a most beautiful and blessed one!

May 7, 2016

Early birthday wishes goes out to you and may it be totally fabulous!

May 7, 2015

Happy Birthday to you and may it be as sweet and lovely as your great poetry and writing!

mel-dickinstein

Feb 24, 2015

ive always been a fan of your work. keep up the awesome work. you are definitely an inspiration!