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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:46 am |
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 10:51 am |
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This is heartbreaking to read. Well written and expressive, but heartbreaking.
_________________ "They'll bite your finger off given a chance" - Junkie Luv (regarding Zebras)
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:45 pm |
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In this hollow chapel, there is A slow-motion unwinding Of us.
The black veil cascades Behind me, and I wait for you To arrive down the aisle. Jet roses adorn my neck Instead of pearls.
My father walks with you this time, Instead of me. Day-lilies this time, Instead of white roses.
My Something Blue Is still your eyes. My Something Borrowed Is you.
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Simon
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 3:36 am |
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Haunting, but beautifully written.
_________________ "They'll bite your finger off given a chance" - Junkie Luv (regarding Zebras)
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 5:44 am |
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For a Girl I Know Named Lei. (Alternately titled: Salaam and Salve)
Lei-Ara joined a Discord server to a chorus of salaams She thought she was miasmic and they prob'ly thought she was haraam And they put on a youtube recitation and she nearly cried And she knew at that moment something deep inside her soul had died She told her guardians "I think I love this, but it's not my way" They said "You know that's not who you are, forget it, go to Zeus and pray."
So the Muslims and the Pagan sat together 'round the fire Sharing faith and friendship as their separate gods require And she wept at her altar that night just before she went to bed Praying for relief and strength from all her gods and goddesses
The prayers were mesmerizing and Lei-Ara listened every day Till one of them said, "Try it, put your forehead to the ground and pray." She turned three different colors, said "Excuse me, but I have to go" She ran off to a scholar who said "Keep Away!" She said, "I know... But I love what I've seen back there, the friends I've made, the world we share And they find magic in Allah and I find magic everywhere."
So the Muslims and the Pagan sat together 'round the fire Sharing faith and friendship as their separate gods require And where does magic come from? Maybe magic's in exploring But healthy magic shouldn't make you cry, Lei's heart was warning
Lei-Ara's been stuck for three months now; now she finds she cannot pray When she sits at her altar she starts crying; the gods stay away She writes songs about Islam and she writes hymns to Apollo And she begs, "Gods, take this pain from me and I'll forever follow" And that lasts thirty minutes, till she calls her guardians again Saying "What if I convert?" And they say, "Girl, you're gonna do us in!"
So the Muslims and the Pagan sit together 'round the fire Sharing faith and friendship as their separate gods require Lighting up the darkness trying to patch up a broken heart And making sense of sickness using songs and poetry and art
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 9:53 pm |
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Once while I was standing on the beach A teenage girl walked up to me She held in her hand a single pill One with the potency to kill
I said to her, "Don't die!"
I wasn't compelled to save her life I couldn't care less if she died To be honest I was quite annoyed Her presence made my own death void
So the teenage girl told me her woes You can guess how the story goes "I've just been adopted by someone" "My days with mom and dad are done."
For Gods' sakes why do you seriously want to die?? I can't believe this stupid girl got here before me Don't be upset; your whole life is an adventure now! She smiled and said, "Guess I'll cope with my new life somehow."
The teenage girl beside me walked away.
The next day, I thought, today's the day I'll end my life soon either way. But there was a girl in hijab there Holding a pill box in despair
I said to her, "Don't die!"
I wasn't compelled to save the day I couldn't care less either way All I wanted was to die in peace By myself so the pain could cease
The hijabi girl told me her woes You can guess how the story goes "I have worshiped many gods before" "But I don't love them anymore."
For Gods' sakes why do you seriously want to die?? I can't believe this stupid girl got here before me Just pray to whichever Gods you think can help you out The Gods you want the most will show up through all your doubt
And the girl in the headscarf walked away.
Someone else was waiting every day I talked to them, they turned away They left all their fentanyl behind How fortunate for me to find
For the very first time, now I see Someone with the same pain as me She had bandages on both her hands Powerless to her circumstance
Even though I'd done this every day This time I knew not what to say I couldn't convince her to go on Lying to her would feel so wrong
"You'll be alright; don't die!"
So the bandaged girl told me her woes "I can't live to see how this goes!" "Every day I'll just get worse and worse!" "My whole existence is a curse!"
What can I say? I can't make this girl's pain go away I just wish she'd stop looking at me with such despair She said, "I guess I could live to see another dawn" "But I'll be back tomorrow when I cannot go on.
The girl with bandaged hands then walked away
I arrive the next day, I'm alone Finally I'm all on my own Here with all the pills I gathered up This is the day I'll have some luck
So I unwrap all my bandages Then I take my himation off I whisper goodbye to teenage me Swallow the pills and I am free.
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:50 am |
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 8:50 pm |
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Ocean Doot wrote: Well done, Christine. Thank you very much!
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 8:59 pm |
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I'm a sillhouette Chasing nebulae again And I so regret Being traitorous through pain And we both know I betrayed my name And I let the Theoi down So the long neglected altar flame Burned my temple to the ground I'm a sillhouette Made of promises and ash And the more I try to steer my life The more I watch it crash So I have to let my future come to pass
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Christine
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 4:25 pm |
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So many times in life, I’ve felt alone That no one could have reached out, could have cared Adrift in pain, a pain the whole world shared Yet each of us curled inward on our own. My secret heart sang out a different tone And though my wayward mind was unprepared My unrestrainéd heart, my sorrow bared, Called out to you, my newest cornerstone.
Your faith surrounds you with a quiet grace That someday I might hope to emulate Although I've not so much as seen your face Each dawn I tiptoe closer to your fate Gods bless the little branches that extend From soul to soul that I might call you friend
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Post subject: SO. MUCH. POETRY. Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 8:04 pm |
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Found in one of my tabets when I had that HIV scare.
To My Husband: I have always known I was predestined To grow old before my youth was spent I was sure my life would be a drama Why, gods why, did it have to be RENT?
Though I dearly wish that I could sever Any hope that this might not be true In your loving gaze I catch forever And forget my death began with you!
Many are the days I breathed because you gave me life Many are the days you ripped away Tell me how it feels to be a fellow human's God Laurels shaped from heartbeats and decay
I will not find closure in regrets or lies or truths I cannot know peace with this, my fate Some of us are only born to break and be destroyed Praise the Gods, I only knew too late.
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