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a post midnight morsel of delicious stirring to send you on a one way ticket back to dreamland
(poem by leonard cohen)
Apr 16, 2025
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By Margaret Atwood. My favorite love poem 🌹
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
Oct 22, 2024
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14 lines one topic abab cdcd efef gg iambic pentameter (./ ./ ./ ./ ./)
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write even if its poo poo thats the point???
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wrote this diddy abt being in bed all day
(ed endings are pronounced (chang-ed))
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“Sickness”
Suns rise lungs depress eyes spine lay downward
Shifts beneath cotton wool illusion of silk
Such soft stills as the heart beats blood onward
Sores spinal cord twists stretch crackle joint ilk
Side turn legs cross eyes sore from prolonging
Silence as someone checks you’ve changed place
Slight defiance in latitude daylong
Same ceiling above responses in haze
Simple it feels to concave for hours
Stretching not standing or shower taking
Stench of clothes unchanged beneath cowers
So avoid your duties sleep awaking
See dreams gravity press patterns close eyes
Sick day sweet laughter you lay on your lies
Jan 24, 2024
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My four chambered friend writ across stolen paper
your red walls pulsing in my hands
with a song so loud, so salty sweet,
my lover to devour
in the afternoon
up three thousand steps,
poetry on company time,
secrets held close to the chest
like playing cards,
nine of hearts
in my arsenal
like a cat falling from the roof eight times into oblivion
I save my ace.
I’m a hunk holding a hunk,
I’m Casanova
and I really want to know you,
I’m a heart throb
on a mission.
My star across the sky and on a waiting list
a meteor patiently in line at the self checkout,
with a fistful of ibuprofen
and a need to speed
right into my bed.
Answer my emails from between silk sheets
with a rose between my teeth.
Leak your devotion all over my best shirt
on Mondays
my love,
come apart in my hands,
melt into a silky hot drink
for me to guzzle.
Beat like a drum for me only,
my ever-marching accomplice,
you complete me.
Let me crawl into you
and take solace there
I’ll eat you from the inside out,
melt your walls down with my hands
and leave no residue.
May 13, 2024
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Jan 24, 2024