Anna who was mad.
Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection?
Did I make you go insane?
Did I make the sounds go sour?
Did I tell you to climb out the window?
Forgive. Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.
Say.
Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.
Take.
Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane?
Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?
Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist
who dragged you out like a gold cart?
Did I make you go insane?
From the grave write me, Anna!
You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless
pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
Write me.
Write.
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Resume
Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp;
Acid stains you
And drugs cause cramps;
Guns aren't lawful
Nooses give...
Gas smells awful
Ya might as well live
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Bavarian Gentians
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto's gloom,
ribbed and torchlike, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give offlight,
lead me then, lead me the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness.
even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness was awake upon the dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom,
among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness
on the lost bride and her groom.
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wind-up doll inside her head
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I miss the hurt that I could just wrap around me like a big security blanket. Now I just have a lump of cloths that needs washing. I never really thought that it would all happ
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Naru Flower on April 15, 2005I don't know if you'll like this or not, it's an essay I found...
I Quit
I quit. I give up. I’m throwing in the towel. I renounce my title as a human being. I’m tearing up my contract I’m calling it off. From this point on I am not a part of the human race. I abandon human concepts such as war, hate, prejudice, religion, vapid commercially made boy bands and near naked ‘teen queens’ who command armies of screaming girls. No longer will I be associated with such deplorable things. I refuse to be part of pointless politics that do nothing but further the lives and wealth of corrupt, arrogant fools who some how see them selves as ‘the voices of the people’.
I have had enough. Enough of diets, vanity, greed and disdainful people who see themselves as always right, I don’t care about peoples skin colors. I don’t care about people’s religions. I don’t care about weight or gender. I don’t care who people are having sex with or how many they are doing it with. I don’t care because the only reason it matters is because someone made it matter and the human race followed. Like sheep. I am no sheep, lamb, cow, or dog. I bow before no man or woman. I refuse to see anyone as my better or lesser. I have no right. Just as they have no right.
I will conduct my life as I see fit. Not how some ‘moral’ majority wishes me to. Any path I follow is right, because it’s right for me at the time. I will respect all living things, because all are worthy of it. I will not fall into the modern thinking nor will I fall back to the old way of thinking. I will think for myself and no one else. I will always be myself. I will never hesitate to do what is right. I will not flinch from the path I’m on. I look ahead and see nothing. I look behind and see nothing. But in the here and now, I see everything. Possibilities unbound. Free from humanity and all it implies.
I am Michelle, and I’m a recovering human.
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And oh my god, I didn't knoe your pen name was Darling, I thought it was Dreaest, and so I used Darling for my livejournal, i got Darling frima b ook. I'm sorry!!!
