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her name was october, but
she was born in november
and painted sweet like summer.
she said someday she would become a masochistic poet or maybe an offstage actress, because she wasn't good for much else.
she said someday she would stop dreaming of breaking her promises to the dead, because if they gave up on her, she'd have nothing left.
she said someday she'd wake up to a nightmare instead of falling asleep to one; she figured maybe that would be easier, because you can't scream and cry with your eyes open wide.
(honey, they'll think you're crazy.)
she said someday she would figure out if she was a libra or a scorpio or a goddamn sagittarius; it didn't really matter, but she just wanted to know the stars as well as they knew her.
she said someday she would become Satan's asylum, and demons would dwell in the deepest crevices of the thinnest walls; she already knew them all all by name: hate and lust and hurt and wrath and apathy and sleep and ache and euphoria and self-destruction.
she said someday she would laugh when they asked her how she felt, and she would wonder if it mattered or if it was just a game.
(five points if you hold her close, darling.)
she said someday she would take a pill or two or seventeen to make the stupid pain go away, even though she knew she wasn't that brave.
she said someday she would cut the thinnest line from her chest to her belly button, just to open herself wide and see what was inside.
she said someday she would smoke sorrow through a cigarette and then watch it burn the city to ashes.
and then
she didn't.
she was born in november
and painted sweet like summer.
she said someday she would become a masochistic poet or maybe an offstage actress, because she wasn't good for much else.
she said someday she would stop dreaming of breaking her promises to the dead, because if they gave up on her, she'd have nothing left.
she said someday she'd wake up to a nightmare instead of falling asleep to one; she figured maybe that would be easier, because you can't scream and cry with your eyes open wide.
(honey, they'll think you're crazy.)
she said someday she would figure out if she was a libra or a scorpio or a goddamn sagittarius; it didn't really matter, but she just wanted to know the stars as well as they knew her.
she said someday she would become Satan's asylum, and demons would dwell in the deepest crevices of the thinnest walls; she already knew them all all by name: hate and lust and hurt and wrath and apathy and sleep and ache and euphoria and self-destruction.
she said someday she would laugh when they asked her how she felt, and she would wonder if it mattered or if it was just a game.
(five points if you hold her close, darling.)
she said someday she would take a pill or two or seventeen to make the stupid pain go away, even though she knew she wasn't that brave.
she said someday she would cut the thinnest line from her chest to her belly button, just to open herself wide and see what was inside.
she said someday she would smoke sorrow through a cigarette and then watch it burn the city to ashes.
and then
she didn't.
Literature
Changing Sight
There is so much horror in the world
that sometimes it's hard to believe it's beautiful.
When darkness gently swallows you
and becomes the light you breathe, the light you see.
Sometimes you have to look for it
in a lover's voice, the sound of rain on the city rooftops
the blush of winter, the soft tread of strangers on the street
whispered promises in abandoned places
the weight of a hushed word in a dark room.
Sometimes you have to look for it,
but sometimes it finds you.
Literature
Magic
Come with me,
And you will see,
The magic inside -
Where fires tell stories,
Words have meaning,
And honor is love -
Where games connect,
Songs speak,
And peace is everywhere -
This is my love,
My home,
And my world -
Where if you need a friend,
Then I will come,
And there is many more,
Where I come from -
This is real,
Not a dream,
So come and see,
The magic,
With me.
Literature
Confusion of the Soul
Confusion
All around me,
this world of rage and sin,
Engulfs. Overwhelms.
And I am forced to retreat further within.
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"an equinox occurs when the tilt of the Earth's axis
is inclined neither away from nor towards the Sun."
somethings scare me and
disturb me, but somehow
make their way into poetry.
and i swear if everyone
could just be happy then
i could just be happy, too.
(c)
(feedback about the content of this is greatly appreciated. how well are the feelings and images conveyed? does october seem realistic and well-developed enough? thanks. <3)
is inclined neither away from nor towards the Sun."
somethings scare me and
disturb me, but somehow
make their way into poetry.
and i swear if everyone
could just be happy then
i could just be happy, too.
(c)
(feedback about the content of this is greatly appreciated. how well are the feelings and images conveyed? does october seem realistic and well-developed enough? thanks. <3)
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those are the best three opening lines i have read in a long while. you give us just enough to make us think we know her, but not enough to destroy her mystery.
lovely piece!
lovely piece!