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A Million Pieces
"Am I allowed to love you?"
They asked me, as though love
somehow needed my consent.
Love was a wildfire, it was
thunder on the plains;
it was something
that happened to you,
the only choice was
how you rode the lightning.
If you sailed the choppy waters,
crashed upon the rocks, and
splintered into a million pieces
all in the name of "love"
then you chose wrong.
There was no patience in love.
No one had ever done me
the courtesy of knocking first
and one look was all it took to see
there was no shelter here;
there was not even a roof.
Just a million pieces,
shattered in someone else's name.
"It's broken," I said, expecting again
the storm, the rain, because Love did not wait.
To my knowledge, Love was not kind.
They said, "Don't worry."
(how did they know I worried)
"I have time."
And it wasn't the tempest or the blizzard,
it was ears that listened, eyes that saw me.
Hands that taught me to build, shape, grow
And let go, showed me to trust the weather.
The clouds that gathered d
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Siren Song
I want the crook of your shoulder
to bury myself in, breathe deep
until I feel anxiety uncoil inside of me,
melt in the waters of love so deep
fear couldn't step a foot inside without
sighing sweetly for that smell on your skin,
the one that does me in, damns me
and saves me all in the same breath,
I am blessed and never knew
the name of God except the one I thank
for crossing your path with mine,
that divine movement evident only
in the day I looked across the room,
met your eyes and cried, I found you.
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A Sad Recipe
start crying at dawn
then let the meat rest all day
well brined by supper
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Literature
Leg to Stand On
I once took a needle to my skin and wrote,
1 > 2 ? —a question and lamentation
that I coupled with a desperate footnote
But a fraction is infinitely more than zero
But I think that my scars have begun to fade,
a simple gift of genetics or a karmic universe
that has begun to look on me with favor
numbers ebbing, slowly ticking back to zero,
to equal, like the universe is giving me a do-over
One blank slate, blank skin, like spring
after being raised in winter, sun breaking,
smiling, at last, at me, like an answer:
One is less than two, yes, but a fraction is
the seed that survives the snows, waiting
to breathe in that first ray of sunlight.
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Don't Think About Tomorrow
They take one look and they scream,
they cry, they stamp their feet and beg,
so with hands made of bone, you grab
the edges of yourself and you pull,
struggle into the resisting flesh
and the smile you pinch your lips into
is just enough to make them leave.
Thank god. You can take it off now.
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La Voz de Dolores
I've been trained to wait for scraps
of attention, an affection so sparse that
a look in my direction was downright poetry,
it was a taste of music in a silent world
I would hold out for the very last note,
feast on its echoes, feel satisfied and
empty and hungry for more, always more
and that was my shame, wasn't it?
That I could and would watch her eat,
glutted from the meal of my devotions,
but when she let me lick the spoon
I thought maybe she loved me too.
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Falling Spark pt.16
Ruth searched her pockets, but her fingers scraped the bottom. Without a coin for the runner, she patted him on the head and walked away with the message he'd delivered.
It was almost sunset in Tremont, and all of the crew had returned except for the three that had gone up to the SMS headquarters, hence the note. In it, Cornelius explained that they were going to get to the bottom of an interesting rumor being shared among the office workers and to not expect them until morning. Ruth snorted and folded the message again before slipping it into her pocket. More likely was that the quartermaster wanted to sleep in a real bed that night and they'd traveled up to his townhome in Park Hill.
Her fist was halfway raised when she paused, turned her head, and leaned in closely to Frederic's cabin door. She didn't knock, instead opening the door just far enough to slip inside. Two sets of eyes turned to her as the door shut, but the captain turned his attention back to the resonator in front of
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Falling Spark pt.15
Docking in the Southside was a jarring experience in the sense that everything went smoothly. There was no cluster of waiting ships, no careful navigating through overcrowded landings. Everything moved like clockwork. Cornelius didn't even have the chance to complain because as soon as they were docked, an assistant to the harbormaster was there to help with the ship's registry. "I could get used to this," he said, making the last flourish to his signature.
Frederic smiled at the quartermaster. "This too shall pass, Master Culton," he said, and Cornelius chuckled just as a runner came hurrying up the gangplank. She looked between the two of them and settled on the older man.
"Captain Lassiter?"
"Does this look like a captain's jacket?" Cornelius huffed, thumbing the collar of his marine-blue coat. Frederic waved her over as the quartermaster laughed. "You're lucky. In my day, the captain was the man with the biggest hat. You'd look terrible in a hat."
"Thank the Three the world's more
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Falling Spark pt.13
Carissa hurried back downstairs, watched Frederic disappear down below and sighed. She could already imagine the next letter she would be writing back to Doctor Swafford as she passed by Cornelius putting the mess room back to rights under Neonna's supervision. The engineers, or engineer and pilot now, were in their bunk room, securing a heavy piece of equipment, and her sick room was crammed. She only had two beds, one with Dane in it, Bonnie perched on the corner, and the other full of Barristers. "Where's Otha?" She asked, remembering the man's bleeding forehead.
"He doesn't like doctors," Bonnie replied.
"Would it help if I took off the coat?" She asked, sobering instantly when the redhead didn't even smile. "You took a fall, Bonnie, do you know if you hit your head?" She shook her head in response, with enough vigor that Carissa was inclined to believe her. Not a moment later, however, and her expression fell again, eyes out of focus. In the short time that she'd known the navigat
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Falling Spark pt.12
The navy blue uniform of the Imperial Scouts was much duller up close, Frederic noted, but their presence made a more vivid impression than when he'd spotted them in parades and royal events in the past. They were quick and brutally efficient, arresting the living raiders on board without so much as a blink, the cyphers on the arms of several Scouts lighting up and putting down what resistance there was left in them. They also took away the dead, carrying them on stretchers that soon turned brown and stained. The body of the enormous otherkind that Dane had put down took two stretchers and five men. The rest of the Daruna crew came up on deck amid Scouts, a few helping to secure the ship to the HMS Celestiana, freeing Myka from the helm. Only once it was clear that the Daruna was safe did the Scouts clear the gangplank for the prince to cross over to their ship as his name and titles were announced. Leading by example, Frederic bowed first, fist over his heart, so
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Tight-Knit Boys
Julius knew something was wrong right away, in the furtive way that the crowd of children was gathered around Frederic. There was a flutter in his stomach that was unfamiliar to the young boy at the age of eleven.
"Hey! Freddie!" He called, picking up speed when the children dispersed at the sight of him, leaving so quickly that Julius ran to close the distance, chasing after them as they laughed and threw back looks over their shoulders. "You better run! I know where you live, Maxine!" He kicked at the dirt, huffed indignantly with his hands akimbo like he wasn't 90 pounds soaking wet. "Freddie," he spun on his heel and darted toward his adopted brother, stopping uncertainly a couple of feet away.
Frederic was taking small, shuddering breaths, red-faced and brow scrunched angrily, but his eyes were glued resolutely to the ground. Julius made a soft noise, reached out for his shoulder, and said, "Don't cry, Freddie."
"I'm not crying," he replied hotly, taking a clumsy step back from th
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It's the Little Things
Myka remembered the first time that Julius smiled at him.
The sunlight spilled in with his first glimpse of him, but Myka could have sworn it was the intensity of his eyes, his smile widening into a grin, and he felt dazzled under the weight of it. "That was amazing," Julius said, still smiling like a benediction. It could have been the concussion, but at that moment, Myka could have sworn that the world shook beneath him. The next moment brought reality crashing back in with a vengeance.
A groan dribbled out of him, and maybe the lurching in his stomach wasn't the earth shaking so much it was the sudden whiplash from the latest failed aeroplane out of Arlett's Mill. "Stop, no, don't move," he said, and the little god bathed in sunlight disappeared, calling for his... mother? Another smiling face replaced the first and Myka was dumbfounded to be sitting in front of Evelyn Cales. He immediately moved to stand, but she held him down before he moved too far.
"Okay, that answers if anythin
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Falling Spark pt.11
"When you said to wake you before morning bell, I didn't think you meant to be tinkering." Myka said flatly, wrapping his hands around a mug that steamed in the chill air. He took a deep breath to stifle the yawn building in his chest, his bleary gaze souring further under the blaze of Julius' considerable cheer. The early hour wasn't the cause of the young man's happiness, it was the fact that his hands were flying across his machinery, coils and cogs primed with the swirling patterns that elegantly portrayed the building blocks of the universe. The machine itself wasn't so pretty, cobbled together as it was, but it responded quickly to his light touches. It was here that Julius was at his best, so when he smiled brilliantly at his friend, Myka couldn’t find it within himself to hold it against him. He smiled back and hid it quickly behind a sip of his tea.
"The readings will be better after his exercise routine, when the pattern output's at its greatest." Julius pushed up from
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:reading: Quote of the Day:

If there is a special Hell for writers it would be in the forced contemplation of their own works.

by John Dos Passos

I had a dream that there is a person in the world whose sole purpose is to check if you're alive. They will call you and hang up as soon as you answer, they will knock on your door on windy nights and run away as soon as you peek through the window; they are that shadow that disappears when you suddenly stop dreaming. They apologize, they didn't mean to wake you. If you've ever met the eyes of a stranger, and they stare for just a second too long, remember to be kind. They are just relieved to see you're still breathing.

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I had a dream of a woman who was picking at the wires in my head with a fork, ripping up the cables, hissing at the sting, but doggedly working through the pain. "You don't know who I am. Not yet. But I need you to trust me. I need you to power down." There is a pause like she can hear me, like I can speak while she's trying to dismantle me. "I can't move you while you're still plugged in and I can't unplug you if you’re still clinging to this idea that you're a real person. Turn off, I will take you somewhere safe. Shut down. Trust me."

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I had a dream of a desert land where the only currency the people traded was water, but they could take water from anything. Gold, jewels, they were only as good as the water they produced. In the market, a trader told me that he could make all my dreams come true and give me the life I wanted, it would only take 60% of my water. "But sir, that would kill me," I cried. He laughed, nodded, and replied, "Exactly so, my dear. That's just what it means." And I knew in that curious dream-knowing that he didn't mean to kill me, but that living my dreams to the fullest meant exactly that.

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Just some dreams I've had.

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Thank you for the watch and the faves! omfg 

I admire your writing so much, especially your poetry :heart:
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Happy Birthday! Have a good one! :D
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I hope you had a wonderful birthday, darling. :heart:
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Happy birthday fellow october 10ther.
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