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they sat like iron giants in a stolen elysian field,
plucking golden threads that weren't tuned,
and singing verses that had yet to be written.
they didn't build the walls that they sat on,
but they found themselves in the backdrop
as revolutionaries fought in countless battles
and stained their hands with causes not worth fighting for,
as those very walls crumbled beneath them
and left them amongst the rubble and broken chords
that fallen angels had only been known to sing on battlefields.
they weren't meant for open grasslands,
but they went anyhow, and rewrote history themselves
by pulling tufts of grass loose with their calloused fingers
and rearranged leaflets in patterns to mirror the stars
in hopes they could mimic the heavens.
plucking golden threads that weren't tuned,
and singing verses that had yet to be written.
they didn't build the walls that they sat on,
but they found themselves in the backdrop
as revolutionaries fought in countless battles
and stained their hands with causes not worth fighting for,
as those very walls crumbled beneath them
and left them amongst the rubble and broken chords
that fallen angels had only been known to sing on battlefields.
they weren't meant for open grasslands,
but they went anyhow, and rewrote history themselves
by pulling tufts of grass loose with their calloused fingers
and rearranged leaflets in patterns to mirror the stars
in hopes they could mimic the heavens.
Literature
To London
Gypsy hopefuls once told me,
there are flights leaving for
any destination
at any given instant
Upon sizing up our town with
a fingernail
did you realise how little
our frustrations were?
I spoke about this ineffable feeling
of stepping out of one tub
and into new water.
The hotel was done up nicely,
chandeliers and polished English accents.
Labels aside they still mixed
milk into their coffee
and had toast with jam and butter.
I was living under the impression
that most of the Internet
came from my same slice of city pie,
conveniently forgetting about
the undersea cables.
I loathed the lack of vernacular
sentence s
Literature
Indiana
You haven't changed, Indiana.
You're still rust and opium on my tongue,
Still the same mockery of a porcelain doll,
Still beautiful in that way that made me ache just looking at you,
Maybe more so than ever
Now that you're splitting at the seams,
Now that the flies have feasted
On your demure sugar-coating,
Now that the lurking sickness in your body
Has begun to eat away at your mind.
Your days are numbered, Indiana,
And you can't pretend you don't know
That the carrion-birds are gathering.
What makes it worse
Is that you're strong.
You'll fight
Although you were never meant to be a soldier.
You'll claw at their eyes with you
Literature
chicago
in chicago, i dug my teeth into my knees and prayed for the backs of your eyelids to stay dark and empty, prayed for the fresh scabs on your thighs.
so i kissed a girl with teeth like indian arrows, and whose knuckles stuck
out like weapons, a girl with a body like a war, trenches between her
shoulder blades and the scars of teenage sorrow scattered over her chest.
in illinois, my chest sunk down and the songs i sung into your telephone box get
heavier until it broke. naked on the bathtub floor, i wondered how your sister is
doing.
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for my english ii class, we were required to paint a picture and then write a poem based off of it.
this was my end product.
this was my end product.
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ohmygod.
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