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August 10, 2017
Don't Think About Tomorrow by SpiritFingers
Featured by doughboycafe
Suggested by WhiskeyDreamer
Literature Text
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.
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.
Literature
please teach me
Little waterfall,
churning the beautiful rocks broken,
please teach me;
show me how to be happy,
to dance in place for hours
with nothing more to show for it
but more dancing tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow;
show me how to be callous,
to pick the sparkle from the granite
and funnel it out to the fish
and the propellers;
show me how to be brave,
slicing walls in half and in half
even though they will change
your shape;
please teach me, little waterfall,
to live life above the rocks
rather than below them.
Literature
Summer Depression/Half Smile (Season 1)
dread, despair, and disgust suffuses across my synapses
as the sun intrudes into my darkened room guilting me for taking the day for granted
I pull the covers over my head cocooning my body
my pulse increases, my chest hurts, my stomach churns, and my mind spins
at the thought of exposing myself
panic overwhelms me like a wave crashing down
caught off guard fear rushes into my lungs instead of air
the thought of facing my energetic and happy co-workers terrifies me
the voice in my head cruelly whispers
they will find you out
they will see your thankless shadow
they will sense your dis-ease
the sun then glares as if to ask me how d
Literature
Fading eyelashes
In his heart of hearts,
the husband knew she would always fear
the home,
would always fear
retiring from the desk in charge,
would always be
the nun who would excommunicate
all popes and priests,
-the heretical demons!-
who would grow up to gush
at her friends who married
blond, clear looking foreigners
-while she is stuck in her
cold too cold hot too hot
rainy too rainy country
He forgot to tell
his secretary
to not answer his
home phone
but at least he
lost himself in another city
in another job
other children
another time
unshackled of everything
unclouded of everything
perhaps he is lounging
in the mountains
with his new children
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Congrats on the DD!!