dirtylike the dirt she's been swallowing for so long
is finally turning to mud, heavy,
pinning her to the floor
she turns her head and the words bubble and spill
down the corner of her lips, brown clumps,
sputtering, staining
~awwhoneybear
is growing up, not growing upNewest
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we speak in so many generalswe send our boulders tumbling full, important, dull until they knock sharply – who knew? –we speak in so many generals
with a heart-heavying crack and we, apologetic, drop to our knees, panning through your blood, or mine? which one this time?
we can watch these words roll between us but my vulture-beak is getting infected,
i’m getting sick. i shut up.
by ~awwhoneybear
Romance of the Moon, the MoonRomance of the Moon, the Moon (adapted from Federico García Lorca’s “Romance de la luna, luna”)Romance of the Moon, the Moon
The moon came to the forge Bringing her bustle of flowers with her. The little boy looks, watches- The boy is watching her.
In the wind, now getting stronger, The moon waves her arms, Showing the boy her breasts, Smooth and pure, made of everlasting steel.
-Go away, moon, moon, moon! If the gypsies come, They’ll take your essence And make necklaces and white rings with it.
-Little boy, leave me alone! Let me dance
by ~awwhoneybear
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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