Ladies be writing poetry, you guys! And I am feeling it. Just two little snippets that I've run across in the past few months that, at the moment, spoke to me.
They spoke to me enough in the first case to take a screenshot of the poem on my phone because it was posted on facebook without a link (but really what is the world coming to - screenshots?), and in the second case, after absentmindedly reading it on my Feedly (RIP Google Reader) and then realizing hours later it was still floating around in my brain, I had to do random Google searches (like I said, RIP Reader: Feedly does not have a search function?!?!?!?) with key words that I remembered, like "Gonzalez poetry beautiful Rumpus" or maybe I tried Paris Review because it could have been that too? Honestly don't know how I found it again, but that's the magic of the Google machine.
Reading them right now, it's not like, HEY I AM FEELING THESE SAME FEELINGS AHORA MISMA, but more like: Hey, I have felt these feelings, and way to get them totally right.
I had been sad for so long that it shocked me,
by Ruth L. Schwartz
the enormous yellow moon
balanced like a honeydew
on the hill's knife-edge,
fat and implacable.
It wavered there as long as it could,
then started - and who can blame it -
its slow slide.
As if it meant to show me what was missing.
As if the world were asking, Will you learn
to stand beside this pain?
No, I said,
I wish it dead.
I said no. But the world
said yes.
(via The Sun)
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by Mira Gonzalez
I am looking at people who are dancing and touching each other
I am drinking vodka with ice and feeling incredibly fucked
I wonder if anyone feels more lonely now than they felt an hour ago
when they were alone in their rooms looking at things on the internet
(via The Rumpus)
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