Around her, I become pure, the uncompounded element of myself.
Each day I see her, I cannot fathom
how she has managed to wake up even more
divine, ravishing, breath-taking
than the night before when she rested her head upon my shoulder.
How I love her; it's as if I've never loved before...
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No but for realsies, all this #deathofdoma stuff is really making me miss her. (She's at a festival currently). I'm totally deficient in vitamin robynflavin.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Letters to an Ex-Lover Anthology: Aplomb
I know happiness at last.
I saw misery and left it in the past.
I persevered and found mental health,
Because no one can save you from yourself.
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Everyday I doubt myself less and love myself more.
I saw misery and left it in the past.
I persevered and found mental health,
Because no one can save you from yourself.
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Everyday I doubt myself less and love myself more.
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Saturday, June 1, 2013
Alice's Haikus
If you had asked me
ten years ago whether I
would be here today,
I would act aloof
and maybe indignant too,
and I'd say, "Never there;"
And yet here I stand,
tending a secret garden,
chasing Caroll's dreams.
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Sorry it's been such slow output. I went from putting 125% of my energy into school straight into the garden. It just happens to be 1:23 and I'm buzzed and listening to Kanye West. So, you can imagine the state I'm in. But in any case, what I wanted to say in this note is that I'm watching my poetry/style/subject material transform (albeit slowly, but transformation non-the-less). It's scary and thrilling and mundane all at the same time.
Maybe I'll consider going to sleep now...who knows? I certainly don't.
ten years ago whether I
would be here today,
I would act aloof
and maybe indignant too,
and I'd say, "Never there;"
And yet here I stand,
tending a secret garden,
chasing Caroll's dreams.
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Sorry it's been such slow output. I went from putting 125% of my energy into school straight into the garden. It just happens to be 1:23 and I'm buzzed and listening to Kanye West. So, you can imagine the state I'm in. But in any case, what I wanted to say in this note is that I'm watching my poetry/style/subject material transform (albeit slowly, but transformation non-the-less). It's scary and thrilling and mundane all at the same time.
Maybe I'll consider going to sleep now...who knows? I certainly don't.
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