a collection of poems

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Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994

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“Feminist dude has a lot to say about the plight of women, until you get him drunk, and then he has a lot to say about boobs.” - Sara Brickman

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[scarvesindoors]

sylvia plath

I am the eye of the tornado looking dully at a world of twisting, whirling, beautiful chaos A world I am not a part of. I anguish on my page and I suffer for my art pen curling ink of blood so young girls in English classes may look on Romantically Doodling hearts in crisp notebooks Thinking of Love kisses rotting flesh off bones Affection coagulating in veins Thinking of Death gentle caress of the scythe’s blade wounds dripping with sensuality I anguish on my page And I suffer for my art until my head, drowning in “tragic beauty”, is found in an oven dead at 30. A lovely end to the story tied up neatly in a crimson soaked bow were this to end happily, would you still adore me?

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raych jackson//period rules

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sabrina benaim//unrequited love in 9 parts

[scarvesindoors]

Dearest daughter steps lightly through soft beds of clover with spring in her step they say lilacs grow in her heart and narcissus in her eyes              and she is gentle              and He wants her. her Mother weeps in morning dew frosting over a dying Earth for she has been stolen and she was the flowers- so very pretty- “poor, poor child” echoes Mount Olympus.              and He has tricked her              and she ate the fruit Red seed drips from her lips like blood of those who are to join His haunting chorus, Mortals the Earth has long forgotten. And she is the only life He reigns over             and she must be scared             and Demeter misses her so Hades speaks to Her “What is it you want?” and our lovely child docile and dainty and oh so sweet speaks. “Respect.”            and the World does not hear            but He understands Persephone takes Her throne. breaking from ivy confines and Her beautiful rooted prison. She seizes Life in the dark world under- A skeletal pedestal on which She can stand Beside Her Beloved Equal.          And She Is Free.          And She Is Heard.

k.h. (via scarvesindoors)

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savannah brown//couldn’t care more

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victoria morgan// how to succeed in heartbreak

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michael szynal//10 things you should know if we date