the thread for anger or sadness or loneliness :(
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Thread Topic: the thread for anger or sadness or loneliness :(
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For what binds us
Jane Hirshfeild
1953
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they've been set down
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest-
And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend. -
i'm alone.....
-enter offender man
Offender man:I told you i'll be back
Me: omg go away, what is so great about me anyways?
-Enter EJ-
Ej: Offender I thought I told you to f**king stop.
Offender: You did but i just love her too much to be away from her. -
yay * licks your cheek* omg.... i hate Le1F so much.
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Who's Leif?
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omf, thats effing beautiful, where did you get that is that a song?
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It's a poem.
I was lookin through some poem on google.
I kinda like poems:) -
nvm....... just come here and hug me and like me please. i missed you so much.
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im a poet myself
love poet -
im a poet myself
a love poet to be exact -
i like poems too :D (i was talking to your sister while you were asleep)
Do you really talk alot about me irl? -
Stridulation Sonnet
Jessica Jacobs
Tiger beetles, crickets, velvet ants, all
know the useful friction of part on part,
how rub of wing to leg, plectrum to file,
marks territories, summons mates. How
a lip rasped over finely tined ridges can
play sweet as a needle on vinyl. But
sometimes a lone body is insufficient.
So the sapsucker drums chimney flashing
for our amped-up morning reveille. Or,
later, home again, the winds papery
come hither through the locust leaves. The roof
arcing its tin back to meet the rain.
The beds soft creak as I roll to my side.
What sounds will your body make against mine? -
O.O
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..... heyo Drake. (i know how rude this sounds but i might ignore you)
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