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April 19, 2013
Witch Oil by *PrussianPersephone Suggester Writes: Brimming with stunning imagery and imagination.
Featured by BeccaJS
Suggested by forestmeetwildfire
Literature Text
There's magma boiling in her frostbitten veins;
incandescent pixie dust and
soot-stained stars,
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
Neverland.
incandescent pixie dust and
soot-stained stars,
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
Neverland.
Literature
Simbelmyne
There is silence here, upon
stale skull tombs—
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
Literature
no wonder it took him 1455 pages
when i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and de
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How to Sleep and Never Wake Up
The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.
That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.
That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few da
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The term 'witch oil' comes from His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. It's a phrase the Gyptians use to describe Lyra. If you've read them, you may understand why I used it. And then you'll understand this. If you haven't read them, well...here's a little hint: adolescence and adulthood fight against one another most of the series. In this poem...I'll just say the same sort of thing is happening.
Random burst of poetry is random.
Random burst of poetry is random.
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Oh you deserved the recognition love. Short but well written as it touches somewhere in the heart of all of Us - Well done.