my grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,
full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxes
I go to do the laundry,
pass it twice an hour
and every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting
|My third DD, not grief, but something like it, suggested by beeinthebottle and featured by neurotype. Thanks so much!|
My second DD was plumbum, suggested by laurotica and featured by thorns.
My fourth DLD was I build, suggested by alapip and featured by xlntwtch.
My third DLD was hypergraphia, received October 4th 2011, suggested by Nichrysalis and featured by thetaoofchaos on December 23rd, 2012. It was also my first DD, featured on January 5th 2012 byBeccalicious.
My second DLD was metamorphic rock n' roll, received on July 25th 2011, suggested by TwilightPoetess and featured by bowie-loon123
My first DLD was thryroidal cartilage, received on May 17th 2011, suggested by alapip and featured by thetaoofchaos
sleep of the bentskin small violinsleep of the bent by consolecadet
flash of red hair in closed eye
chipping out a brown bruise
othersome other, other, souther-other by consolecadet
oft soft, soft, soft
cat named moira
a world to yourself
Just HappyPersonalJust Happy by SilverInkblot
So I wrote something super personal recently and would really appreciate any feedback you guys are willing to offer.
Been kinda stuck with writing lately. I've kept up with the Glory-Be-Project of course, and there have been a few things here and there I've liked, but it's mostly been pretty dry. Surrogate is the best thing I've done in quite a while. Hopefully that will get things rolling again
I've actually been on spring break the last week and doesn't it just figure that my Internet would act up during the one week I can surf it with abandon? It crapped out last Friday and didn't really come back on until three days later - by Sunday, my room was spotless and I'd listened to Born to Run a dozen times. There's a guy coming out tomorrow to check the lines around our house instead of just replacing the modem for the fourth time. Mimi would switch to AT
i am a statistic.i am a lost cause and a lost soul.i am a statistic. by coup-de-coeur
i am a rose with no petals and a thousand thorns.
i am every gun with no control.
i am every death camp and every stillborn.
i am auschwitz, and i am sainte famille.
i am chernobyl, and i am fukushima.
i am the first dead of every holocaust.
i am the shadow of dead tyrants.
i am every nuclear bomb with no cause.
i am every last letter of a death warrant.
i am warsaw, and i am syria.
i am nanjing, and i am volhynia.
my steps are the ticks of death's clock.
my breaths are the acid rains.
my spine is the suicide's last stop.
my hair is the prisoner's chains.
i am uranium and i am la violencia.
i am carbon monoxide and i am stonewall.
my dry heaves are the earthquakes.
my pockets are trapped methane.
my heart is the melting icecaps.
my body is a toxic wasteland.
i am an aborted revolution.
i am a hanged dream.
i am a killer.
an apology letter to my body.i am sorry,an apology letter to my body. by arabesque-o
i treated you like disposable napkins. like cheap china, or a rug feet have worn the 'welcome' off of. for treating you like fast food in a landfill and for letting others treat you that way too.
most days i can't look at you in mirrors,
when i should be writing you love letters .
i have deprived you,
i have scarred your passages and eroded your halls.
i have let your sacred places be defiled.
you are a country i have never learned to call home,
a language no one has ever spoken.
i made you into a map i told everyone not to read,
planted railroad tracks like break crumbs, like my flesh was an industrial revolution i sometimes follow with my fingertips.
for the days my stomach became a ghost town,
my mouth a forgotten portal.
for the days spent with two fingers down my throat
like the trigger of a gun reversing the cycle of food.
i'm sorry for the nights i didn't sleep
and the days ballet became punishment.
for the days every muscle felt a