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MY AP FAMILY
- SYLVIAPLATHLOVER, She is a fantastic writer and a fellow Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton admirer.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/SylviaPlathlover
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3084278

- STARZ OF HEAVEN, Older Sister, She is a really, really nice lady and a darn good writer to boot.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Starz%20of%20Heaven
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3140772

- TALKING TONI, My Auntie, She is a wonderful lady that gives the very best critiques, she is also a detailed and talented poet.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/Talking%20Toni
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/2293744

- SERENITY SILVERMOON, My Younger Sister, She is a really great 'dark writes' writer, with a caring soul.
Her Page - http://allpoetry.com/serenity%20silvermoon
My Favourite Poem by Her - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3098992

It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.
- The Dead Heart by Anne Sexton

A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
- Her Kind by Anne Sexton

But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
- Wanting to Die by Anne Sexton

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath

What a thrill -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
- Cut by Sylvia Plath

the rhythm
of her old brown hands
weaving thin wet reeds
- Elizabeth St Jacques

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- Funeral Blues by W H Auden

I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.
- I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit by W H Auden

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more; you'll be a Man, my son!
- If by Rudyard Kipling

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- I'm Nobody! Who Are You by Emily Dickinson

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
- The Old Stoic by Emily Jane Bronte

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
- Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy