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I want to scoop up hate from the earth and throw it
in their faces. A bullet fired gives satisfation until it
hits...Plains of icy dread envelop me. What is it I
want? Can my hungry flames withstand the ice of
regret? Is the bullet worth the blood? How can I tell?
Who can tell me?
-'Evan'
Sugarmother's Daughter Dreams
These are the same hands that stroke my head in fever.
But no. Her upper lip and teeth protrude over her chin.
An indentation runs from lips to cheekbones
as though she wore a metal bit in her mouth
when she was young, the bones still soft and forming.
She pushes my head back, pulls my hair, I watch the white
ceiling for pigeons to unfold and push her hands away.
But no birds become flesh and wing from plaster.
Holding a pink ten-pound bag, she pours sugar
down my throat so quickly I can't swallow,
my mouth filling like a leather jug,
the sugar overflowing. Her eyes spin out of focus
like a machine above my head. I choke
on the sweetness, the sugar falling on my shoulders
down the front of my blouse.
What horse are you mother, with the bit marks
on your face? What devil, yanking my head back so far?
If I could lift my hand to my forehead
I would make the sign of the cross, ask for forgiveness,
God, so that my real mother would return
in her blue dress and sandals.
But my arms are frozen at my sides, held down by her
grasping, by the sugar, the weight of the sugar
pouring down my black throat.
-Patrice Vecchione
I Will Write Songs Against You
I will write songs against you,
enemies of my people; I will pelt you
with the winged seeds of the dandelion;
I will marshal against you
the fireflies of the dusk.
-Charles Reznikoff
Any Lover to Any Beloved
Today, if the breath of breeze
wants to scatter petals in the garden of memory,
why shouldn't I?
--If a forgotten pain
in some corner of the past
wants to burst into flame again, let it happen.
Though you act like a stranger now—
come—be close to me for a few minutes.
Though after this meeting
--we will know even better what we have lost,
and the gauze of words keft unspoken
hangs one line between another,
neither of us will mention our promises.
Nothing will be said about lolalty or faithlessness.
If my eyelashes want to tell you something
about wiping out the lines
left by the dust of time on your face,
you can listen or not, just as you like.
And what your eyes fail to hide from me—
--if you care to, of course you may say it.
--or not, as the case may be.
-Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Wow, you guys must really be bored if you're willing to access this page. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
Okay, well, first off, I'm pretty new to the Fictionpress world. I myself am a FanFiction writer, mostly for House M.D. I share a joint account with my best friend, which you can access via this link: Bloody Koalas
My second FF account holds very few stories, but if you were actually interested in me as a person, I suggest you go read this profile. Its pretty...cool, and I'm not just saying that. Well, yes I am. But so what. And, without any more ranting, here's my second (totally mine) account: Remy Hadley
Here are several things you probably never wanted to know about me, but too bad! You're hearing them.
--I love House, M.D.!
--I seriously love writing House fics.
--My current English teacher, Ms. Mitchell, is the most fantastic teacher in the whole world. She's made me love English class again. I can write! I can like to write! I LOVE to write!
--Do you know who KT is? Well, you should. She's from CANADA!
--One of my best friends has the best taste in books EVER. I always steal what she's reading.
And...yeah, that's about it. Oh! Yeah...you can call me Hadley. Hadley of the Bloody Koalas. Hadley of the Wolves. :) JK. Hadley. Just Hadley.
Thanks for taking the time out of your busy busy lives to read my profile. Love ya'll.
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