Memory of a Memory

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Thu, 14 Jun 2012 01:19:00 -0400

Willow Girl

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 21:03:11 -0400

Willow Girl,
collapse into the dirt,
wet with the tears you lost under moonlight.

Willow Girl,
let your pale, fading leaves fall,
drift slowly to the dewy grass, your colour vanishing.

Willow Girl,
let your branches be bare,
expose your fragile skeleton to the harsh Arctic winds.

Willow Girl,
let your limbs dislocate,
and all strength leave your barely surviving frame.

Willow Girl,
the Spring will come again one day,
or so said the old maid as she shuffled by the winding river banks.

Willow Girl,
the Sun will warm your heart again,
your flame tucked deep inside your treetrunk torso.

Willow Girl,
the Winter is cold and long,
or so said your mother, when you grew from a weak sapling.

Willow Girl,
you have not yet blossomed into green,
but the stars are twinkling ever brighter, and the ice begins to melt.

Willow Girl,
you droop with the exhaustion of existence,
yet Summer draws close, and the birds begin to sing.

Willow Girl,
breathe.

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:45:10 -0400

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:41:45 -0400

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:28:24 -0400

I love the tension in voices, when people talk loudly or in agitation. It shoots through the air...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:28:21 -0400

I love the tension in voices, when people talk loudly or in agitation. It shoots through the air with the speed and accuracy of an arrow, but extends, continuous and taut as a guitar string. Sometimes it sets my muscles on edge, but god, it’s cutting in the most satisfactory way.

Red Hot Chili Peppers / Purple Stain

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:17:00 -0400

Red Hot Chili Peppers / Purple Stain

teenagezombie13: Knockout Roses

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:13:43 -0400

teenagezombie13:

Knockout Roses

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 20:06:16 -0400

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 19:48:57 -0400

I had a dream. There were vines crawling up my legs, fiery and opalescent. I could see through them...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 19:38:00 -0400

I had a dream. There were vines crawling up my legs, fiery and opalescent. I could see through them to the seashell-mauve marks they left on my skin. It felt like rope-burn, and every extension of the vine was consistent in thickness. By the time it sheathed my body, I felt no pain. It was a large, warm cocoon, writhing around me, full of life and crackling fire and evening sunlight.

yanamoskaluk: Shirley Manson

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 18:24:01 -0400

yanamoskaluk:

Shirley Manson

My name is Cora Bixby. I’m 22 years old, but I look like I’m still 18. I am an Aries. I...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 17:41:00 -0400

My name is Cora Bixby. I’m 22 years old, but I look like I’m still 18. I am an Aries. I like to write.

I also draw a little, but I wouldn’t call myself an artist. Mostly it’s the influence of my friends. I like comic books, jackals, apples, and Adventure Time. I’m in college- sophomore year, and I still haven’t decided on a major. Not to say I don’t know what I want, it’s just that what I want isn’t a viable career option, and apparently that’s what college is for. Until I choose a major, I’m stuck at community college, at home. With my parents.

I want to get married someday. I want to marry a woman. I’m not sure how I feel about kids yet, but I think I could be a good mother. Right now I’m single, and it’s kind of boring. I don’t have many other options here… so I’m coping. I don’t exactly need another person in the sense that I’ve got a dependent personality, it’s just way more interesting to have somebody.

…

It might be cool to become an animator. It’s a specific job, anyway.

Or a journalist. God. The point of this blog is, I need to write more. Practice will make me better.

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 17:26:38 -0400

Any kind of physical activity.

poetsorg: In time for Father’s Day > Poetry e-cards

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 17:17:21 -0400

poetsorg:

In time for Father’s Day > Poetry e-cards