The Melon Report

Not So Daily Writings from a Not So Together Girl. Est. 1984

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I’d Rather Rise in Love With You  By Jana Lynne Umipig

I don’t want sweet nothings whispered in my ears I’d rather be confronted by the savoury somethings That truths communicated – in fullness and compassion bring I don’t want long gazes or to get lost in your eyes I ‘d rather have our eyes brave exploration, Discovering every part of each other – Every wrinkle and tint and shade Every scar and marking that our livings have made I don’t want to feel I knew you in another life Or that I dreamed you in my sleep I’d rather learn you piece by piece in reality I’d rather you teach me how the you today Is better than before And I want my new self to love you more, As I Love me more I don’t’ want to be attached, or taken, or spoken for I don’t want to make each other whole I’d rather be two whole beings Mind, Body and Soul I don’t want to believe you do not choose who you Love That you just know when you do Love, to me, is a choice, you wake up every day and you choose: What you want What you need Speak your truths to receive Truths in exchange – Past what is perceived Past assumptions, to gain knowings And to keep Love growing It’s more than the showings It’s the clarity in communication It’s the calm and patience past frustrations It’s the listening and the stillness – It’s every message from body to breath I don’t want to fall for you Or fall in Love Falling is falseness, it’s fleeting I’d rather rise in love with you In ascension Without fear and apprehension I don’t want to sacrifice any part of me to make it work I want to invest in all of me and all of you And give gratitude That we empower one another in self worth I don’t want to be possessed or bound by Love I’d rather be Liberated in Loving I’d rather be Love that is Revolutionary Love that is Patience And Presence And Respect And Pride And Honesty, nothing to hide And Attraction And Joy And Truth In every thing we say, show and do In Love with you is all of this to me And there is no place I would rather be.

[buttonpoetry]

I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

A.M. Pressman, “Spring Rolls” (via buttonpoetry)

[thegoodvybe]

And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore.

(via thegoodvybe)

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Love Elegy in the Chinese Garden, with Koi

Nathan McClain Near the entrance, a patch of tall grass.

Near the tall grass, long-stemmed plants;

each bending an ear-shaped cone to the pond’s surface. If you looked closely,

you could make out silvery koi swishing toward the clouded pond’s edge

where a boy tugs at his mother’s shirt for a quarter. To buy fish feed. And watching that boy,

as he knelt down to let the koi kiss his palms, I missed what it was to be so dumb

as those koi. I like to think they’re pure, that that’s why even after the boy’s palms were empty,

after he had nothing else to give, they still kissed his hands. Because who hasn’t done that—

loved so intently even after everything has gone? Loved something that has washed

its hands of you? I like to think I’m different now, that I’m enlightened somehow,

but who am I kidding? I know I’m like those koi, still, with their popping mouths, that would kiss

those hands again if given the chance. So dumb.

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Our Many Never Endings

 by Courtney Queene You entered the bedroom and fell to your knees.

I wait the rest of my life to hear you say, I made a mistake. Inside my chest, a mangle. Inside yours, a deflating balloon. You took the vacuum cleaner, the ironing board, the dish rack and left me some lint, an iron to scorch shirts, one chipped plate. I would like to say at least we perfected entrances and exits, like professional stage actors honing their craft, but even that’s a fantasy. Mostly on TV the lions ate the hyenas but sometimes the hyenas formed a posse, and tore a lion up. Occasionally you came in out of the rain and I was glad to have you.

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If Librarians Were Honest by Joseph Mills

“…a book indeed sometimes debauched me from my work…” –Benjamin Franklin

If librarians were honest, they wouldn’t smile, or act welcoming. They would say, You need to be careful. Here be monsters. They would say, These rooms house heathens and heretics, murderers and maniacs, the deluded, desperate, and dissolute. They would say, These books contain knowledge of death, desire, and decay, betrayal, blood, and more blood; each is a Pandora’s box, so why would you want to open one. They would post danger signs warning that contact might result in mood swings, severe changes in vision, and mind-altering effects. If librarians were honest they would admit the stacks can be more seductive and shocking than porn. After all, once you’ve seen a few breasts, vaginas, and penises, more is simply more, a comforting banality, but the shelves of a library contain sensational novelties, a scandalous, permissive mingling of Malcolm X, Marx, Melville, Merwin, Millay, Milton, Morrison, and anyone can check them out, taking them home or to some corner where they can be debauched and impregnated with ideas. If librarians were honest, they would say, No one spends time here without being changed. Maybe you should go home. While you still can.

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Keeping them guessing

So, I remembered I had a tumblr----and I’m back.   Life has been very different since the last time I typed.  Not only did I get three librarian jos, but I run libraries. I have a fiance, I had a baby----she’s almost 2.  Life is serious. More to follow. 

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Where the eff have I been?!

So I’ve been MIA huh? Well A LOT has happened in Leni Land.  I lost my job, I picked up a boyfriend, I got THREE library jobs and I got offered two more this past week. (Which deserves another post in itself) Life in library land is amazing.  I can’t imagine myself being happier---unless you know I was digging up neanderthal bones, but maybe even then I wouldn’t be.  So that’s where I’ve been.  Somewhere in the stacks.

[jncos]

[biglysmalls-deactivated20170823]

i tried to play it. i tried to fucking play it but no you wont let me have this. is this some reverse psychology shit. have i been reverse rickrolled. what is the purpos

[vetozico]

Spot, you are disrupting my ability to work.

[thenerdybird]

But like, it’s comforting to know that by the 24th century humans haven’t genetically engineered this behavior out of cats. 

Take the intoxicating effects out of alcohol? Yes. Take the jerk out of the cat? Never.

[mareena]

Batfamily + Myers Briggs :: Damian Wayne + INFP

[pbstv]

Cookie Monster’s advice is truly timeless. 

[sk73]

The Signs as Sexuality Stereotypes

Aries - angry feminist lesbian Taurus - lesbian who brings UHaul on first date Gemini - mood swingy lesbian Cancer - flannels and beanies wearing lesbian Leo - lesbian who tries to convert straight women Virgo - lesbian who only listens to tegan and sara Libra - lesbian who will watch anything with a lesbian in it Scorpio - cat loving lesbian Sagittarius - softball player lesbian Capricorn - all girls school lesbian Aquarius - lesbian bed death Pisces - pillow queen

[apoemaday]

by Maxine Kumin

How did we get to be old ladies— my grandmother’s job-when we were the long-leggèd girls? —Hilma Wolitzer Instead of marrying the day after graduation, in spite of freezing on my father’s arm as here comes the bride struck up, saying, I’m not sure I want to do this, I should...

[sandandglass]

[dgytik]

That’s it, that’s the whole thing

[themelonreport-blog]

I can't read chunks! And til no wax paper in the oven.

[nevver]

Sometimes