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sad story, self #2 April 8, 2009

Posted by Girlbird in life, poetry, writing.
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She wears her suffering like a crown:
Garlanded in sacrifice
Ornamented in hope –
But mostly there is sorrow there.
There is pain, there.

And it is pain that consumes her,
When the lights flicker low as Evening goes to his lover.
And then again –
Rising after a sleepless night
With the sun, an indifferent ruler who seeks to scorch his subjects with his
Cheap brilliance,
It is there.

For although she rises up
Singing,
like Ira predicted
It is not a song extolling freedom
But rather, in praise of her self-crafted
(Though admittedly haphazard)
Shackles.

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learning January 3, 2009

Posted by Girlbird in life, love, poetry, Uncategorized.
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ahahah it's me all over.

ahahah it's me all over.

won’t you make my heart grow
faster?
won’t you make my soul fly
higher?
won’t you make my dreams linger
longer?
I thought you would.
I thought you could.

but you made my heart falter
sooner
and my soul sink
lower
and my dreams flicker
sooner
because you wouldn’t.
because you couldn’t.

but now my heart is growing
wiser
and my soul is gliding
smoother
and my dreams taste
sweeter
because I will.
because I can.