May 2013
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Yesterday my creative writing teacher told us about his band and he even played a song for us. I believe that he thought we were going to judge him because of the music they make because he kept saying, “We make really weird music.” and “I don’t think y’all are going to like it.” He played this one song for us that is eight minutes long, and he told us that the...
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violentwavesofemotion:
I want you to know that I care about you. I care. I would infinitely caress you in metaphors, I would have all the patience needed in order to stay. And I would. Because poets are right; because love is the air, the ocean and the land. Because, most of all, you are worth it. I won’t pull away; we will both let our wounds lie open. We won’t clutch our cracked hearts; we...
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“My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold...”
– Anaïs Nin, House of Incest
I don’t understand how some writers can write without feeling and putting their soul into their work. I cannot help but be truthful when I write.
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We can see the good in all when we come from a place of serenity and looking deeply within. Sometimes we find it difficult to see the good in people, places, or situations that aren’t to our liking. We focus on the things we don’t like in our lives as a way of fueling our efforts to create change. There is nothing inherently wrong with this, and it is one way we make progress. However, if we get...
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He and I can start going on adventures again. Last summer before he left for Waco, he took me to this area that was a couple of miles from his house. We walked there; sweating and talking about whatever we used to talk about then. The place was hidden behind the levee. I almost ran down there when he pointed it out to me. There were a lot of trees, sand, and rocks that surrounded the small area....
I’ve been drowning myself in poetry lately.
We were sixteen when we met that summer. You brought ice-cold blueberries (which numbed my teeth but were so very good) every time we sat under that tall, magnolia tree. Soft, white petals (that reminded me of milk) fell every now and then. You would pick them up, rub your fingers between them until mosquitoes came out and sucked our blood. You talked about selling pineapples with your dad out of...
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Daughter — Get Lucky (Daft Punk cover)
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“And this is how we danced: with our mothers’
white dresses spilling from our...”
– Ocean Vuong, “Home Wrecker”
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I think I’ll spend the rest of the day sitting outside while listening to Buena Vista Social Club and eating peaches.
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Chronicles, Vol. 1, Bob Dylan
The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they’re a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and...
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“Finding you was like coming home.”
– 6-Word Story #81
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Box
His lips were dusty lavender; bruised and cracked. This / is / how / I last saw him: black tuxedo, lying on his back, and his hands were crossed over his chest.
I thought of a photograph of him when he was a child. His eyes were lowered, and his smooth legs were covered in dirt. His small hands enveloped around a wooden box. And now he was lying in one; his lifeless body...
The Female Body, Margaret Atwood
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I agree, it’s a hot topic. But only one? Look around, there’s a wide range. Take my own, for instance.
I get up in the morning. My topic feels like hell. I sprinkle it with water, brush parts of it, rub it with towels, powder it, add lubricant. I dump in the fuel and away goes my topic, my topical topic, nearsighted topic, my topic with back problems, my badly-behaved topic,...
I just want to move you.
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Memorization (for the boy with hibiscus lips)
I keep hearing about you and people are telling me how long your hair has gotten, how light your eyes are. The last time I saw you was over a year ago, but you were a different person then, black as licorice, black as oil, the darkness of your narrow veins showed flower stems in your arms and legs, and now you are only a memory; a golden light...
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“The Romans put skulls into their love poems.
Skeletons and dry bones along with...”
– ‘A Bracelet of Bright Hair about the Bone’ by Linda Gregg
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about the morning — i’ve been thinking about that a lot. how the morning illuminates everything of the night before, how the darkness made what we did feel okay. how it took us to another place before dawn crashed the party and we landed back on earth with a thud. darkness concealed our faults, us molding and faltering upon one another, making us unaware of our expressions, even the lines of our...
They don’t realize how much I’m going to miss them. This is an unreal and uncomfortable feeling. I feel weird.
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I am sitting in creative writing class. I’m supposed to revise my poetry for my portfolio (due Monday) but I can’t focus. I’m looking at my classmates poems, and goodness these are so wonderful. I don’t know how I’m going to pull myself away from them (as well as my teachers) in the next couple of days. I am not mentally prepared for that. We should all sit (on...
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“Moon kissed Sun into blissful darkness.”
– 6-Word Story #82
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I want to feel the pressure of his fingertips on my upper thighs, and feel his breath flowing down my neck.
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applying deep pressure to your body relaxes your sympathetic nervous system so the desire to be held and the desire to be hugged can be and is totally rationalized by our biology. touch calms us. it soothes us. we need it to survive. i’ve been thinking a lot about technology and talking a lot about its influence on our generation in the past couple of days. we fall in love so easily...
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“The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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I am feeling trapped in everything that I am doing. I just want to become a flower, a bird, or a cloud. Just for a moment.
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“My body floats between contrary equilibriums.”
– Federico García Lorca
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To reach the depth we wish to access, we must dive below these layers to the deepest parts of ourselves.
There are times when life urges us to seek more. Small changes to our comfort zone may fail to alleviate any sense of stagnancy or frustration, and we may need to examine our lives and ourselves more deeply to find the right place to start. Everything we need for success and joy lies within....
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I do not wish to go back and change how we ended up. I feel like that it should be this way.
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“People keep seeing you and telling me
how white you are, how thin you are.
I...”
– “Absent One,” Sharon Olds
April 2013
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How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words. — David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King
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I just want to finish reading Breathing the Water by Denise Levertov, but I can’t because I have articles to write, a two part poetry project to complete, exams to study for, and problems to fix.
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“Don’t do it. Don’t love me.”
– Charles Bukowski 