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The Only Poem I'll Ever Write About Periods by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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The Only Poem I'll Ever Write About Periods

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die, Right?” OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods. Don’t excuse him because he’s had at least three lite beers and is sweating through his black button down that his mom or exgirlfriend probably bought him. Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down by the last six girls he went on dates with after meeting them on tinder with a picture that’s seven years old Don’t excuse him because he’s usually such a nice guy because you don’

To The Men Who Loved Smoking + Me Simultaneously by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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To The Men Who Loved Smoking + Me Simultaneously

One. You were the first one who said, Try it. Just see how it feels. And it felt like my insides were burning, like my heart was on fire, like I could feel myself rotting from my very core. And I liked it. I wanted for a long time to claim you broke my heart. Somewhere in a hot July, you’re still claiming I broke yours. Saying, Try it. Just see how it feels. Two. He and I on a mission: laughing, drunk, and fingers intertwined. It took an entire summer of midnight runs to the closest convince stores to make him fall for me. It lasted only one night before I left for blonde-haired black eyes and bruises. We stargazed alone, isolated by o

Left For Texas by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Left For Texas

The first one couldn’t be helped. You were five years old and you’d been married a week before, over by the slide. He kissed your cheek and gave you the black crayon after snack because it was the best one. His mom tells the class that they’ll be moving in two weeks and you suddenly understand why he crawled under the arts and crafts table yesterday and wouldn’t come out, even when Mrs. Rametta demanded it, even when you offered him the sharp black crayon. He makes you swear you’ll still be his wife and, together, you find Texas on a map; it’s unfathomably huge, and three states away. How am I going to

Only On Days That End With Y by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Only On Days That End With Y

I love you most on Sunday afternoons, ten minutes after you leave, when I am still trying to carve every word you said into my ribcage, when I’m letting the way you whispered I will love you still run up and down my spine. I love you most on Mondays around noon, when my coworker asks what I’m smiling about. You were always a secret I kept tucked behind my tongue. You were always a sharp light that shone through my very skin, making me dangerous. I love you most on Tuesdays at any hour when you’re breaking promises, whether early in the day or two seconds too late. You can’t see me tonight, you will not kiss my collar

Lake Michigan by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Lake Michigan

For Courtney The first thing I fell in love with in that city was Lake Michigan. Crying maybe twenty thousand tears on a plane, crying maybe enough to make a whole new lake, to drown my new city. But even in the rain, Lake Michigan looked serene, like all of this was meant to happen. Lake Michigan is fathoms deeper than it looks. Lake Michigan is warm and reassuring and when you go to it, it comes to meet you. Lake Michigan has eyes like October storms and she lives down the hall. There is something comforting in the uncommon ocean. You never expected to find it here in the middle of nowhere, but your landlocked blues were quickly cured th

Kubrick by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Kubrick

Never fall in love with a boy who idolizes Kubrick. Do I even need to explain to you what’s wrong with a boy who likes A Clockwork Orange? If your favorite musical was Singing in the Rain, be ready to surrender your childhood. Nice white boys committing ultraviolence while he laughs—baby girl, do not fall for his argument that there is a feminist reading of Alex’s “tragic” story. There isn’t. Smack him across the face when he tries to tell you this. When he asks you what you did it for, tell him hey, he’s the one who wanted ultraviolence. This is just a parody. It doesn’t even hurt. And maybe

When I Asked And You Said Nothing by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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When I Asked And You Said Nothing

[1] There are words for empty deserts, words like vast and desolate. But I have been to the centers of deserts and have been tempted like shoeless prophets. I was no messiah; I always ate the bitter fruit and kissed the curled lips of demons who could all call me by name. There are words for empty places, words that make bleakness sound like music. But never are they as silent as they seemed. And you could tie my hands behind my back and you could tie me to the bedposts of the standard issue bed we shared long before we should have. You could knot my hair around your fingers at the height of everything and sigh my name. But the line was hu

One Night Stand-Still by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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One Night Stand-Still

Somewhere between the bar and my bedspread, you fall in love with me, you swear. We’re sitting with thighs pressed against each other and your three friends are laughing with my three friends and we all seem like we’ve known each other for years. We met two hours ago on a rooftop patio. This is not how love stories start. We’re running to the gas station, racing through city streets barefoot, trying to make it before they stop selling beer. We’re an hour too late, but we laugh all the way back to my friend’s apartment—you, me, my two best friends, and a city I hate. Fireworks crack in the sky. Teenagers a

For Evan, Without Love by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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For Evan, Without Love

Do not let me convince myself I loved you. You see, I’ve exhausted my guilt complex, raking myself over the coals, trying hard to walk on water for everyone, pretending like I could ever be someone’s salvation. I was never your Messiah; do not let me martyr myself on your altars. Do not let me rewrite history; do not forget the war crimes with which I was never rightly accused. I spent half a century building fortresses to keep you out of paradise; I was always leaving you without breadcrumbs in the forest. Do not believe me when I tell you this was romance. And now that it feels like we’re talking in icebergs, loaded que

The Abduction of Hippothe by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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The Abduction of Hippothe

He was written into my linage for generations before I was born, in blood and saltwater. He wanted my great-grandmother brought low, so he demanded my grandmother. Drunk on arbor wine, she’d whisper to her granddaughters what it felt like to be lashed naked to the rock, anticipating the leviathan. In the dreams I had, part of her was still chained there. Her hero couldn’t save all of her. I wanted badly in my youth to drown. I wanted the teeth of a sea snake. I wanted anything but to be who I was: an ugly and disappointing daughter, not the strong grandson everyone wanted. They would have named him Pericles; he would have been

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The Only Poem I'll Ever Write About Periods by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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The Only Poem I'll Ever Write About Periods

To The Men Who Loved Smoking + Me Simultaneously by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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To The Men Who Loved Smoking + Me Simultaneously

Left For Texas by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Left For Texas

Only On Days That End With Y by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Only On Days That End With Y

Lake Michigan by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Lake Michigan

Kubrick by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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Kubrick

When I Asked And You Said Nothing by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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When I Asked And You Said Nothing

One Night Stand-Still by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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One Night Stand-Still

For Evan, Without Love by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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For Evan, Without Love

The Abduction of Hippothe by otherwiseunbroken, literature

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The Abduction of Hippothe

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Undiscovered Gems--Special Feature by betwixtthepages, journal

Undiscovered Gems--Special Feature

Sep 11, 2013

Yes, I've gone and done it again! As if I'm not busy enough with A Call to Conversation and dA Roadtrip articles, I'm bringing you ANOTHER one! With the launch of the "Undiscovered" browsing option, there are a TON of awesome artworks I've been finding and admiring, and I just have to share them with you guys. I WILL be taking suggestions for this series, as well, so if you discover something while browsing the bowels of dA that you think needs to be shared, please send me ( betwixtthepages (https://www.deviantart.com/betwixtthepages) ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems. ----- Undiscovered Gems--Special Feature ----- I hope you found something here to fall in love with and admir

we're all drunk and always have been by your-methamphetamine, literature

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we're all drunk and always have been

no i haven't felt smaller than this before and it could be because i don't breathe poetry in and out - in and out, in and out - i write it under my eyebrows with the precision of a drunk sniper toasted into admission with irony s-st-tutter-ering down his throat. you wouldn't take a damned bullet for me. beautiful is a word kept for the rise and fall of her tidal chest, not my shallow breath, not my sunset, heartfelt, hollow silhouette. i would have disappeared between your accusing index and neglected thumb - rub me, rub me? rub her rub her don't you feel calmer? no i haven't felt smaller than this before. i haven't felt sma

I want nothing but death by Sammur-amat, literature

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I want nothing but death

After the three hundred and sixty fifth setting sun since everything became undone, maybe now I have gathered enough pieces of my ether and stationary paper to write you a true goodbye letter. I would write you starting with the weather today, where the skies are caliginous and the clouds are heavy basins ready to tip over in tears, much like my eyelids. I dig my toes deeply in the damp terra firma as I remember you. I would write you in snapshot sentences. I would go about how you've converted my vision into a chiaroscuro religion; shifting all light and attention around me to focus in on only you. I would write you in portrait paragraphs

Andromeda on Cassiopeia by Sammur-amat, literature

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unfound

i am petra, i am the rose city half as old as history can behold bedouin music serenades the night as candlelight burns the dimming apparitions of our mortal plight i am buena queen of the adriatic where my po arms and piave legs

deepened heart by Vlavisfaults, literature

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deepened heart

say you'll stay, you'll sail across oceans with me, though you're afraid of the sea, and i will meet you on the tail of the sunrise. your hair, spun sugar; i want to be there when summer dares to share the secrets of your skin so bare. your silence sinks the sun, and my sleeping tongue comes under fire from an overwhelming numbness from seaquins and xylitol, how you wake up everyday and you have it all. maybe one day i can say that i stand so tall and maybe then you will say you'll stay a while, you will let me sail across the sky with you. i have a map that i can't read with all these waves washing over me and in the madness of the se

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otherwiseunbroken

Aug 13, 2010

Absentee Ballot

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I have been gone for a very long time. But now I am back. Oh and I got a DLD! <3 <3 <3 so grateful and so proud.

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otherwiseunbroken

Jan 23, 2010

say the world of love would get the best of us

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they say the world of love would get the best of us but i got what i need the felice brothers, got what i need come on y'all http://www.formspring.me/ktpaterson let's be friends.