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Superlative Inferiority
We, as humans, are imperfect.
That which is imperfect cannot create something perfect.
What we see as perfection is nothing but a mirage,
Something conjured by our hunger for something flawless.
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you have seven days to live.
1.the news doesn't hurt:
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
hiding bruises
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want us.
3.he tries to force you
into his wrists,
his ankles, his collarbone.
he thinks that if he
loves you enough,
he can save you.
you know that he can't,
so you cut through him
night after night,
searching for an exit.
4.sometimes death scares you.
you remind yourself that
everything ends,
no matter how much you want
an infin
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baby, I'm starving
Knife and fork in fist
at the table I wait,
served up for me
your heart on a plate.
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please don't leave without them this time
Wait
don't you want
all these little
pieces of you?
I've been
keeping them safe
in my heart.
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Snow
Falling, falling white;
kamikaze soldiers in
the darkest of nights.
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A lesson in realism:
you are
only human.
There is no such
thing as stardust
floating in your veins or
gloomy poetry stitched
right into your heart.
Your blood is made of
iron - unbreakable,
unbending and unmatched
by any other stronghold,
for you are a fortress
that they will never invade.
Stand up,
darling;
wipe those tears away
and know that
you are the only one
who can reinforce these walls.
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6 ways on learning how to swim
1. toes first
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful.  not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic.  money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping.  i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress!  i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"taylor."
"what, mom?  why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please.  one size?")
2. floating
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
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How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
    When she cries herself to sleep
    six out of seven nights a week you must
    say nothing. You must simply take
    her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
    pale cheeks and wait for her to
    slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
    On the days where she wishes she
    were part of the stars, tell her
    no. Tell her that there are too many
    lights in the sky and that just one
    would be forgotten the moment you looked
    away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
    the way she is: completely human.
three.
     Don't let her think about the scars
     that no one but her can see. If she
     says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
     know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
     But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
 
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It is 10:50 p.m.
9:06 p.m.
      the eyes in the mirror won't stop staring back at me.
9:11 p.m.
      is that really me?
9:23 p.m.
      those can't be my lips. they're too ugly.
9:31 p.m.
      and my cheeks. who would ever want to caress those things?
9:46 p.m.
      i need to get up. goddammit, stop looking at yourself!
9:58 p.m.
      no. no. no. no. no. no. no.
10:13 p.m.
       hah. i've become like narcissus. wonder where my echo is?
10:27 p.m.
       fuck. fuck this. fuck me. fuck everyone.
10:38 p.m.
       why can't this all just stop already?
10:44 p.m.
      don't you dare cry you pathetic, ugly, disgusting creature.
10:50 p.m.
       i'll never find what i wa
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p-o-e-t is but four letters.
I'm not a poet.
I am a
I
biologist:
dissecting life
and reconstructing the deconstructed
into impossible architecture,
extracting the right chromosomes,
inserting into paper plasmids:
linguistic engineering.
II
dancer:
In a tango of typography
words will flow
to the beat of pens,
stomp of the keyboard,
typewriter's applause.
III
sacrifice:
watch as I take my blades of ink
and bleed the truth
into the cosmic bathtub,
muddy the water in melodrama,
trap the world in a vermilion spiral
drifting downwards in blank verse.
IV
creator:
I doodle imagery
in the sketches of complexity,
paint universes in a
brush dripped in metaphors,
simile-based watercolour dripping off notebooks
in tears, laughter and literature.
V
You can't contain this dance in one word.
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eight ways you've made me small
1. I wish
this was for you.
2. my journal pages - the
brown one with all our monologues -
were jarred with hollow vows of
last poems of
loving me
loving me
loving me;
letting you slip into a coma
of bad memories, watching you
fall to your death off
a cascading cliff of disease
and dis ease.
it was never
easy for me
either.
3. there's a reason I ask
whether you're grey
(dark white, elusively black, in between)
or blue (behind the clouds, under wave-foam,
whateverthefuck runs through the back of my
palms); I'd rather have
you
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly. you had always been
my harmony and I
would have killed
to have been yours.
4. it could never have been just me, the way
it could never have been just
her.
5. disasters are not beautiful,
but how is it that you
managed to make my inner linings
converge into bows
and explode into wings the very
night you decided to rebuild your walls
to a lower height?
6. I wish
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sati(ate)d
it's ironic,
isn't it? the way
they say "hunger gnaws"
like the way our teeth
scrape against bones.
for all the
calories that are counted,
you still feel
empty. you aren't
beautiful until
you are digesting
nothing but air
and maybe your own guilt.
that's just the way
living is these
days: swallowing
glass shards to
slice up your insides so
you can ignore
the other kind of pain your
stomach is feeling.
but when people ask
if you're doing okay you just
smile and nod even though
you can't help but
think "if honesty was
tangible, i'd eat it right
now."
life has
an acquired taste and
some days you'd
like to rip your
tongue out.
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You.
You. Do you know what you do to me? Like honestly, are you aware of what's happening in my head? Not too many people can make things like that happen. In fact, no one has that power. You focus my thoughts. You make me have a reason to just daydream. You make me actually remember my dreams. That doesn't happen to me. My mind is always in a mess. It never has a single thought but you caused me to actually have a reason to just stop and think about you. I start to think about how you look at me and simply smile after I've done something weird or different. Or I think about how my heart stops functioning the minute you hug me. I didn't know it was physically possible to not breathe for longer than a minute but you force me to stop. I think about how you smell so delicious that it's addicting. Your smell seeps into my brain causing me to lose the ability to focus on anything but you. School becomes pointless, homework becomes a distant memory and life just stops. I often think about how you
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Hello, I was hoping to submit some of my written work to your gallery, but before I do, are there any particular submission rules? Thanks so much!
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