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failure

I am too fragile for your NO

My frail bones cannot bear

the weight of one more rejection

The next NO will ride in on the tailwind of a breeze

that will snuff out the flickering light

behind my eyes

The mirror has replaced my

optimistic grin

with a stranger’s face

Who is this girl who never shows her teeth?

So much of myself has gone missing

all I have left is this skeleton

filled bursting

with not good enoughs, not worthys, thanks but no thanks,

not you, not now, no, just no.

I can see it in their eyes

green tinge replaced by pity

whispers

such potential. shame. what a waste.

-A

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What am I waiting up for?

Love never comes home

Until fear, possession, and jealousy

Are far gone

Sage has burnt

And fresh candles lit

And by that time

I may be asleep

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You are drawing me to you

That is your art

I am drawn

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It is we that are emaciated Our bodies subject To our mind’s propaganda Forgive the distinction But intellect fares Moment’s genocide And we should have kissed Hours ago You hold your breath When you should hold your tongue And hold your tongue When you should hold my hand And I should delegate More authority to myself But I can’t help thinking That you are thinking Thinking What is she thinking?

[reynabiddy]

my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me and to anyone who got lost in me or to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me. my apologies. for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof. i’m sorry you missed the God in me. and i’m sorry you missed the light. i’m sorry you forgot the way i arose like the moon, night after night. with the burden to forgive eager to feed you everything. see.. i’m a holy woman. i know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another. i’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough, i’m afraid i forgot to say goodbye. i’m afraid you’re under the impression that i was made to please you. i was under the impression, you understood me better. the truth is, i’m a super woman. and somedays i’m an angry woman. and somedays i’m a crazy woman. for still waiting.. for still loving harder even if i’m aching. for still trusting that I’m still worth the most. for still searching for someone to understand me better.

Reyna Biddy (via reynabiddy)

[manofprose]

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)

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“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away..”

Saul Williams, She (via amargedom)

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failure.

I am the daughter of Icarus

and every time I allow my wings

to stretch towards the sun

I crash and burn all over again

- A

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My beloved boat is broken on the rocks of daily life.

Vladimir Mayakovsky, suicide note

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The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change its shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina.

Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

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… the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him…

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides 

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Jessamyn West said, ‘Writing is so difficult that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter.’

Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

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the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody

Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

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a friendship story.

This year our friendship is a painting.

In school, we were a novel, a lengthy one,

page after page of twists and turns,

filled to the brim with minutiae.

At uni, we switched to short stories.

That many words just couldn't travel the distance.

Every so often I'd slip a poem in there -

for when our hearts needed a catch-up.

(Even if you found them heard to read.)

Here and now, there is this painting.

Our painting.

It may seem unmoving, but don't let the quiet deceive you.

Stop, take a closer look,

let my heartbeat guide you beneath the surface.

But for now, leave me to my paints & brushes

& wait.

-A

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We are strong independent women. Right?

We are strong independent women. Right?

(Originally written in Feb 2014, but posting in celebration of V-Day) Before I start, I want to clarify a few things. This is not a rant that is intended to confirm common gender stereotypes nor am I myself innocent of all the “faults” listed below. Writers engage in some amount of creativity for the sake of entertainment – not that I purport myself to be one but nevertheless the following…

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TOP TEN TUESDAYS

With Valentine’s day looming on the horizon, the TTT tag (by The Broke and the Bookish) is proud to present the All-Inclusive L-O-V-E package!!! That’s right, whether you have The Notebook ready on Netflix, celebrate Galentine’s day or think 14 Feb should be banned, this list has got you covered. Top Ten Books on Affection: for the commitment-phobe – Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of…

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BOOK REVIEW | Confess by Colleen Hoover vs Just One Day by Gayle Forman

BOOK REVIEW | Confess by Colleen Hoover vs Just One Day by Gayle Forman

Briefly, Confess is about Auburn and Owen. They meet, there’s chemistry, an instant connection but obstacles occur, you know the deal. Same goes for Just One Day but that book is more of a travel Europe – go to college – find yourself novel. Confess is a book about secrets, confessions (duh!) &how the past can affect our lives. The last line of the blurb for Confess reads “But in this case, the…

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