What turned the girl from writing ‘cancer do not smoke’ on packets
of fags and spitting up the bitterness of a glass of wine, i’d rather have elderflower or something less tart
to a girl who in the dark
consumes all substances and volatiles capable of altering
reality
searching without noise for the one pill, fix, swig to
obliterate thinking
What turned her attention from the blackboard of learning and books cradled with knowledge, discussions on lawns, when summer time yawns hardest and dries
the land yellow
in search instead of darkness, absorbing and contrite not at all with mating call for those who do not fit and wish to slip, hook, line and sinker, down the rabbit warren
yes
this was her hollow, without demand it sprung up a flower of despair, take a petal, eat a stem, share your woe
nobody else could understand what happened from one moment to next, when she exited her life and began to inhale deeply, the mysteries of earth
sucking close to lips every way she could, a hope to find within the harmony of the provoke an easement of kinds
What began the addiction to, getting smashed, blitzed, off her tits, really wrecked, until tables unturned and she grew wings and
fled
to where nobody knew her, she could begin her love affair anew, take this drug, that drug, so many choices, who knew?
What did it matter if this life would last
just once more
she needed to feel only one way
and that was found in
the arms of heroin
and other substances
careful in their caress
to ausage their addicts unrest
What turned her from her former self, what moment, what imbalance, in head or heart? caused an irrevocable depart from all she was, and now, thin and wane, she no longer understands, that once, she did not need, all this to live, to subsist, to feed
she was able to tolerate the world of men
better then before perhaps
a sadness crushed that little part
of hope she had
for now in bliss she is closer than ever
to giving up and letting the intoxicate take her
as far away as she always wanted to be
from those who hurt
and judge
and make bleed
children of time
who grow into
her and you, and me
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I think… you took most of your time here, carefully working each word, layering each line just right. not a flaw, not one single, solitary flaw. It’s perfect:
“yes
this was her hollow, without demand it sprung up a flower of despair, take a petal, eat a stem, share your woe
nobody else could understand what happened from one moment to next, when she exited her life and began to inhale deeply, the mysteries of earth
sucking close to lips every way she could, a hope to find within the harmony of the provoke an easement of kinds
What began the addiction to, getting smashed, blitzed, off her tits, really wrecked, until tables unturned and she grew wings and
fled
to where nobody knew her, she could begin her love affair anew, take this drug, that drug, so many choices, who knew?”
I was roped in. This is quite the read. Quite the read, indeed.
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i wasn’t sure if American’s would get the jingoism of ‘off her tits’ which is a very english expression that ironically i learned after being in england but i think it’s so coarse and vulgar i love it!
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I think Americans totally get anything with “tits” in it. Lol.
I think it works well in this. It adds flavor to an already flavorful piece. I’m for it.
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I like vulgar once in a while (ok so I think it may pepper even my downplay, ah well, perverts and peonies)
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Fuck yes.
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HORRAH! 🙂
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Full of truth and compassion.
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Beautiful Ashley Lily Scarlett (I have to write out your entire name because it’s so perfect) I am so grateful xo
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🙂
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Tore at my heart
beautiful …
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Then I feel honored you felt that way and thank you so much my friend
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My words are not erudite to describe your words. It’s frustrating. Just know that you are always a pure joy to read and you open my eyes in new ways each time I read your words. You are truly blessed with rare talent, sweet Beauty. xo
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Thank you so much my FRIEND I am so grateful to you!
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my pleasure. I’m thankful to know you and adore your beautiful soul and words. hugs, Beautiful C xoxo
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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What do people do when they graduate from ‘you rock’ I wonder? 😉
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Gut-wrenching.
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Yes. Thank you so much my friend Laurel.
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Devastating and true… to the bone. Excellent.
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The user pic you are using freaked me out because it looks like me! Are you my lost twin? 😉 Thank you so much!
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That is so funny! I DO see the resemblance! Wow! You weren’t in Chicago a few days ago, were you? A friend of mine was at the airport there and said he saw my twin THERE, too! 🙂
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Wouldn’t that be REALLY SINISTER if it had been me!? But no. I am originally from Europe (France) where are you from you know blood-wise? Maybe we are distantly related, I definitely see it, I did a double take and I never do double takes! BTW lovely photograph in recent post – talented beyond!
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Je suis prof de français. 🙂
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INSANE!
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Thanks for the compliment on the photo. I am eager to read more of your poetry and later will settle down to explore more!
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Thank you for being so lovely and I hope you do – meanwhile well done on your gift of photography I need a book cover for my next book I may just beg you to lend me one of yours in return for a hundred (French) stars 🙂
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unbelievably and irrevocably beautiful.
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(love your user-name, dubiousindallas that’s awesome!). Thank you so very much!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A WORK OF EXCELLENCE IN POETIC FORM AND SUBSTANCE!
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High praise and I am very honored by it my friend!
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WORTHILY GIVEN! 😀
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You are a lovely person and I am very, very grateful to you
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I won’t disagree…too much! 😀
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😉
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beautiful beautiful
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There she is 🙂 The talented one who slips between universes xo
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You had me at “off her tits”. Superb.
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Sigh. I miss that phrase. Never hear it here, just such a perfect description.
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Well, whenever you want to hear it, drop me a line. Maybe I can do an MP3 for you.
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To get me through the emptiness of not hearing these classics from England! The other one I miss is ‘you scrubber’ and I really liked ‘minger’ I just cannot explain these to people! 😉
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Minger is one of my favourites.
There’s a Welsh band called the Super Furry Animals (you may know). One of their lyrics (from Hello Sunshine) is:
I’m a minger.
You’re a minger too.
So come on minger.
I want to ming with you.
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Brilliant! I had heard of Super Furry Animals (love anything Welsh so no surprise) but never the words to that song. Good grief I want that on a t-shirt! HAHAHAHA! Tosser and Bisom and Toe-rag are close seconds 😉
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