BACK ALLEY 15
dying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ © VANGOHS, 2020
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Excerpts.
I sit at my keyboard my mind chasing thoughts. A title? A description? What category does "angsty teen poetry/memories belong to". Excerpts of literal drowning, metaphorical drowning, and happy anxiety. Broadcasting my emotional torment wasn't enough? Welcome to tags, language, and rating. Is depression considered ma...
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waters
look into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
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rising
chirping crowds babbling bubbles feeding the moon in cheap oblivion silent yews as new as day what message those chosen few full pages scraps just words unwritten unsaid gift surrendering to time-absorbing dreams delving into pathless truths piercing thorns drawing the sting of life and the thought of this hazardous q...
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trips
talking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you a penny what fear they tumbling down your nameless night sucked up i...
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I, Girl
i am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
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that corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout?
A poem about the loss of my grandmother, in seven parts.
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hibernation: poems by colleen cosette goodman
poems I wrote whilst waiting for spring. colleen cosette goodman © 2018
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darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman
trying to foster the art, trying to love the life. colleen cosette goodman © 2018-2019
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SUGGESTIO FALSI
"it starts with a humbling at the knees. summer hardened into flesh." things i've sorta experienced, sort of haven't? aka me lying my ass off, but sometimes not.
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PROSAIC
"i warm you like i would any trembling child; in my two bare hands." ok so. basically me writing about the most mundane shit and making it so so dramatic. eg: hiccups.
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yellow
my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.
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blue pools x pink skies
drowning in you. all rights reserved. © 2014 witchlings clawing my way out. all rights reserved. © 2024 witchlings
