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scovilleunit
26 May 2011 @ 04:58 pm

The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart
by Margaret Atwood

 
I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the heart that is supposed
to belong or break;


I mean this lump of muscle
that contracts like a flayed biceps,
purple-blue, with its skin of suet,
its skin of gristle, this isolate,
this caved hermit, unshelled
turtle, this one lungful of blood,
no happy plateful.

All hearts float in their own
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart's
regular struggle against being drowned.

But most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though to twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don't want, I
want, and then a pause.

It forces me to listen,

and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.

It is a constant pestering
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child's fist beating
itself against the bedsprings:
I want, I don't want.
How can one live with such a heart?

Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.


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I'm a poet.
Therefore I like poetry.
How fallacious.

It's a rainy day in Manila,
and I'm blasting Maroon 5, John Mayer, and One Night Only.
I think I'm in love with George Craig. I really think I do.

Gerlonso pwns my soul.
 
 
Can't fight this feeling anymore.: mellowmellow
Last Song Syndrome.: Chemistry (Acoustic) - One Night Only
 
 
scovilleunit
22 May 2011 @ 11:49 pm

STOP, AND REPEAT.

 

chapped lips

uneven, bitten nails

and

incessant tapping on the

wood.

 

my fingers like the loose skin on my lips.

my teeth like the barely-there nail polish.

and my pens like hearing

the click-clicking on my table.

 

but then--

my eyes like your face,

and my ears like your sighs.

 

can i be your bad habit too?

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hello friends. i am bored, so i basically crapped out some poetry.
this is my totally raw, unedited style. i am sad.
oh well. i am back, maybe? :)

i wish somebody would turn my poem into a prompt for a nice fic.
dreams.

 
 
Can't fight this feeling anymore.: crappycrappy
Last Song Syndrome.: Never Gonna Leave This Bed - Maroon 5
 
 
scovilleunit
01 August 2010 @ 04:36 pm


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Where are you now?: on my bed~
Can't fight this feeling anymore.: hopefulhopeful
Last Song Syndrome.: Noona Neomu Yeppeo ;; SHINee
 
 
scovilleunit
05 June 2010 @ 03:33 am
suju
 
 
FRIENDS-LOCKED.
Because pelvic thrusts are epic.


ON A SEMI-HIATUS.
i still reply to PMs and comments though.

I used to be saltandpepper22 , but I moved.
I'm adding if you comment. (:

Listen girl, Johahae ;; Baby girl, Saranghae.Collapse )



 
 
Where are you now?: My room.
Can't fight this feeling anymore.: calmcalm
Last Song Syndrome.: BONAMANA ; SUPER JUNIOR