Pluto's Haven

Proud Appalachian. 20. Feminist. Body positive. INFJ.

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And if I asked you to name all the things you love, how long would it take you to name yourself?

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NEW WEEZER SONG

Eulogy For A Rock Band from Everything Will Be Alright In The End.

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I'm addicted to you lately, because you do it for me baby. 

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'This hurts me more than it will hurt you,' she says in a voice that was presumably quivering from anger. The switch meets the exposed skin on my thighs with a loud smack. I scream. The switch kisses me again. My small, mischievous hands reach down towards the site of impact, attempting to shield myself. I then learn that hands are not shields. When you’re young you learn things quickly.

An excerpt from Oh, Gracie - Pluto's Haven

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Sign Here

Within certain connotations

I believe I would be obliged 

to tell you I love you, but

the fine print is extra fine

and my glasses need cleaned,

or I need better ones, or...

maybe I'm going blind because

the words are shrinking, 

disappearing altogether, along

with the tethered definitions that

evoke emotions neither of us

want to feel. Within certain

connotations, I believe I am

obliged to cancel this contract. 

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This song is my anthem. Don't judge. 

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How can you love the land when you've never set foot in the sea?

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Forever Bitter

You are the salty sweat

seeping from opening pores,

stuck on my skin, savoring

moments of the stench that

turns my stomach upside

down, stopping digestion,

beginning regurgitation 

of stale sentences that

will soon succumb to the

taste of goodbye, but

you will always, always

be under my skin. 

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Kelela - Bank Head

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Stop That

I peel my lips

with discrete teeth

the way you unravel

lives, quickly and quietly,

but there's always 

someone who sees,

a witness, a soon-to-be

prophetess of my bad

habits and your bad 

everything, but that

doesn't stop me from

gnawing on my lips, nor

you and your mischief.  

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"I like you."

My mornings consist of side swept

smiles, lips tucked in between teeth

and sleepy eyes eager to gaze upon 

the screen of my phone to read your one,

two, or three texts saying, "Good morning...

Hey lady... Hey." They're simple words, but

I give them more meaning. Good morning,

I'm awake and I hope you are too. Text me.

Hey lady, you really need to wake up

already because I miss you. Hey, 

I'm scared that you don't miss me too.

My evenings consist of frantic fingers

afraid of saying the right thing

at the wrong time or the wrong thing

at the right time, so they make remarks

that can be translated in multiple ways...

Similar to your simple texts. I begin to

wonder if maybe what I make of your words

are just that - what I make of them. What if,

I'm giving you more depth than what you've

truly achieved on your own? What if,

I lose you when you're only one message away?

What if I lose you?

My dreams consist of surreal stories,

late night fast food adventures, and

laughter, your laughter. I dream of you

and food. That has to be a good sign.

My mornings consist of side swept smiles

that are quickly tucked away in between teeth,

and it won't be long before my sleepy eyes

read a simple text that says "Morning," 

and I can't help but to feel like you mean so much more.

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A Series of Haiku's for the Giant Rabbit at Bert's Petshop

i.

Spine curved, rounded

like the moon's smooth, gray edges,

so beautiful.

ii.

Thin, white whiskers

drape over his cotton pelt

like tree branches.

iii.

I’ve never tried

to look at a rabbit through

a poet’s eyes.

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It don't gotta be the walk the, baby.

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                                  I'm not a girl, not yet a woman.

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Hello

Nothing says daddy

issues the way your smile

speaks to every fiber in me.

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Ten Daily Thoughts

1. He's not looking at you.

2. Actually, he is. *Cues gravitational pull of my head to my shoes*

3. Why can't I keep eye contact? What's the scary part?

The obligation of smiling? The mutually received half smile?

The possibility of a 'what the fuck are you looking at' look?

4. Make eye contact. 

5. Regret eye contact, because holy fuck I am awkward. 

6. Apparently it's cool to be awkward now. Everyone is so

eager to say I'm just so awkward. Awkward selfie. 

Hashtag awks. Omg awkward. Stop. You don't know awkward

until you've said thank you when you're supposed to say

you're welcome. Or when you face plant into the ground because

you missed a step. One step. The one moment when I'm

not looking at my shoes. THAT'S AWKWARD.

7. You ruined James Blake for me. Such a pity. Fuck you.

8. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, why am I out in public.

9. I should probably stop cussing so much. 

10. Fuck that. 

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Ms. Daisy

He hugged her curves

like squealing tires against

the bend of round roads,

unable to yield, no matter

how much the passanger

pleads, he doesn't press

the brake, but he instead 

tells her to lean into the

gravitational pull but she

continues to fight it, to push

against this force on her chest

hoping to feel the ease

of slow breathing, but all

she feels is hot breath

sticking to the shadows

of her small neck, where

she'll find bruises 

tomorrow.