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What we produceI am handed  tomatoes  astonishing in  
their  smooth red skins   
that slide off  with heat  to wrinkle like an  
old woman's  heartbeat   
without  remorse, I  
must hold them   
how could  
I explain  the weight suspended  here, inside  of me like  heavy groceries   
this big  
polluted world, beautiful  in its own withering  too much  I want  to  
 
say   
but those  two syllables would  fall, incomprehensible  like a mouth  
refusing to eat   
so I ca What we produce
by ~mySeity
Getting wastedI am eighteen  years old on a friday  
night  in new york city  reading bukowski. I cried  a little, earlier,  trying to jump on  the words who  wanted to be left  alone, like  
a girl  
on friday night.  
 
so I lay down  
on my bed  with the old  man's new  book  and now I'm all  weepy again  because he writes  about good people  with cat's souls.   
I know  
exactly what  
he's talking  about, and  my cat's all  the way back in  virginia. Getting wasted
by ~mySeity
existential bronchitisI wake up with  gauze in my mouth, wounded  
from the inside out. I am the  
kind of patient whom a doctor fears  and forgets his handshake for, in  
his haste to finish smiling.   
the days fly before me  like magpies, coughing more than  
me, thick and  
black. rebuking in its irritation,  rattling with longing.   
all around me they are falling to their  knees and still I wave  my dogged red flag. when I am  tired of living I will stop. this seems  
like a reasonable statement, but  when I spat blood in the  sink, they kept fixing the plumbing. existential bronchitis
by ~mySeity
There are trees in ManhattanSun  
over smog, like  
a light struggling to  
become clear, over the  makeshift heads of buildings.  
             I wave  
my hand like a flag and  hope that I am still patriotic.   
Across the street there  
are single candles, standing  like houseplants  on the seventh floor sills.     
You look away, a window closing  I draw the curtains.   
Solos burst free from  a carefully orchestrated  week. I listen to the hum  inside my chest, then  surrender it to the t There are trees in Manhattan
by ~mySeity
Browse Gallery

Summer in the City, take two

Sun Jun 7, 2009, 9:27 PM
  • Mood: Hope
  • Listening to: Jem - They
  • Reading: Galapagos - Kurt Vonnegut
For the last month or so, I have been preoccupied with a large and slowly rotating mass of philosophy, bursting free under my skin and taking unprecedented, tangible shapes.

It's been both wonderful and terrible. I have felt both amazing triumph and tragedy, opened up to the sky and crumpled on the ground. I suppose it goes with being eighteen, the first year of art school, the seizures possible from words and people, and a dinosaur-sized belly of instinct.

What it's doing to my poetry, I am not sure, but am full of hope. Sorry I have not been writing for a while. It's been gathering speed. And changing. Like me.

And now I am in New York, living entirely on my own for the first time, working and interning and dreaming. The city is inspiring my metaphors right now and I think I'll let them take me as long as it lasts.

To whomever is reading this:
:heart:
be good to yourself; allow yourself to feel, to think, to be something wonderful.

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  • Current Residence: rhode island
  • Interests: writing, sketching, color guard, fashion, noveling, and other forms of art
  • Favourite movie: american beauty
  • Favourite band or musician: something corporate
  • Favourite genre of music: indie/alternative/piano rock
  • Favourite artist: leah tinari
  • Favourite poet or writer: guy gavriel kay, michael ondaatje
  • Personal Quote: "To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." --Oscar Wilde
  • Tools of the Trade: negative space, reality, and the stuff you never knew dreams were made of

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~moondrunk:iconmoondrunk: Apr 10, 2009, 9:35:59 AM
stop playin'?
are you quite serious?! Admire my work?!
are you saying you like my poetry(be gentile, for I am a fragile man. Well...not really)?


and I knew you were kidding. You could basically say just about anything to me and I wouldn't get upset.
online, that is.

--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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~mySeity:iconmySeity: Apr 10, 2009, 2:23:55 PM
...what?

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
~mySeity:iconmySeity: Apr 5, 2009, 6:50:34 PM
thank you! It's certainly enough for me :)

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
~Broken-Poet:iconBroken-Poet: Apr 5, 2009, 10:01:26 PM
How astute of you to respond personally. You are welcome.

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You prettier than all and every together sunset I ever did see.
~mySeity:iconmySeity: Apr 5, 2009, 6:49:56 PM
thanks! I'm currently in Providence where I'm going to school. The east coast is wonderful for sure, but you sound so sad! Where have you moved to?

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
~Kikimaymay:iconKikimaymay: Apr 5, 2009, 7:00:15 PM
Oh, I shouldn't be complaining, I live in Sonoma County (wine country) in Northern California, it's pretty much paradise.
But it's not RI. :(
Good news is I might get to visit for the first time in more than ten years in just a month! I am way excited.

--
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
--e.e. cummings
~mySeity:iconmySeity: Apr 5, 2009, 8:47:39 PM
wow sounds lovely- I've never been to northern cali and would love to sometime. Well I hope you throughly enjoy your visit! Maybe we could meet up for tea or something if you're here awhile.

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
~Kikimaymay:iconKikimaymay: Apr 5, 2009, 11:11:44 PM
It's really just sometimes too perfect out here. I miss actual weather. :D
I plan on saturating myself in RI. Most of my family should be there and it's just going to be insanity, as always, in the best of ways. But if I've got a chance, a cup of tea sounds absolutely divine!

--
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
--e.e. cummings
~mySeity:iconmySeity: Apr 5, 2009, 6:48:48 PM
aww thanks for stopping by! I really appreciate it and am glad you like it :)

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
^SparrowSong:iconSparrowSong: Apr 5, 2009, 1:46:34 PM
You're welcome. I enjoyed the poem. :)
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