untitled // m.d.
when i was 12 i went through several surgeries in a single day for my cerebral palsy and it has been the most impactful experience in my life thus far. so i wrote a poem about it.
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Do not feed hope, for it is a wild beast.
No mercy will be shown even to a priest
Once there is nothing more left to feast.0I ’ m l o n e l y ,, & i t ’ s
i n y o u r w o r d s ,
e y e s , & b o n e s
t h a t t h e r e ’ s a
c r o w d ( t o )
w a r m
m e .
-Amber Renee
#roughquickwrite
0There once was a frog that went out on a journey
To see the size of an ocean after hearing a story.
And how surprised it was when he finally saw the sea
Was and gladly swam in the saltwater gleefully,
Only to be distracted enough to find himself in misery
That he’d never see light again inside a shark’s belly!0my puppy tries to smell the sun
curls up in streams of it
let’s her black coat warm in its beams
highlight her blonde and caramel patches
and black eyelashes
as she dreams of things I’ll never know
sometimes whimpering in her sleep
when she awakes she stretches out
a spotlight of sun still pouring on her whisker face
my little star, a small and mighty joy
just living for a piece of the sun
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“Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor –
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now –
For I'se still goin’, honey,
I'se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”
― Langston Hughesphoto by mauro pinto
9cut off my toes// stab my empty chest// remove all my innards// sever the rest.
turn out my insides// if you have the gall// dissect me completely// then let my soul fall.
5She yelled at me
For having dirty brown eyes,
My first encounter with a bully —
She made me feel like a banana peel
Amongst flies.
I felt invisible, in a dining room with
a hundred girls older than me.
But in a jungle where hyenas stalk,
Lions are watching,
Always watching, stalking,
In the shadows.
I had been attacked
And my response would determine
Whether I’d be a hyena
Eating-off the remains of other’s
Self esteem.
or whether I’d learn who to trust
And earn a place in the seniors
Who weren’t bullies,
But knew how to fight
A good fight.
0I think I like you
But I’m not sure in which way
I don’t know if its Love
or just the need of you to stay
- L.B
0and out of the blue
they jump into you
words you weren’t thinking
but your heart was a blinking
singing some strange song
that didn’t feel wrong
to go shout in the sky
your amazing new high
and fuck reservations
and blind destinations
I just realized now
I love you somehow
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0Fucker.
Fucker.
Fucker.
FUCKER.
FUCKER.
FUCKER.
FUCKER!
FUCKER!
FUCKER!
MORE WEIGHT, YOU ALMIGHTY COCKSURE!
MORE WEIGHT, YOU PRETENTIOUS MAGGOT!
MORE WEIGHT, I SAY, MORE WEIGHT!
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I have no regrets about what happened or how I chose to handle things. I loved him. It wasn’t a romantic love, and I certainly wasn’t in love, but I did think, at the very least, we would be friends a lot longer than we were.
1I wish I had the power to change my shape
Become my idealized self every day
It would change moment to moment
And maybe I could finally feel some connection
To my physical body
I know it wouldn’t make me happy
All of the time
But maybe for a moment it could help me
To be content with myself
0This explained a lot. Michael Faudet bought blogs here on Tumblr to advertise Lang Leav and his work. It’s obvious now that I think about it. He bought the blog lovequotes for $10,000 because it had about half a million followers. I suspected he was the one who ran the blog discolor3d as well, since his personal email has the word velvet in it, just like the blog bio states, and basically promoted Leav and his books. Shrewd business plan. Leav’s career surprises me, after her Harajuku/Lolita ripoff “fashion” line that looked like stuff I sketched for my Etsy shop when I was 15 years old. I respect her for handmaking her books in the beginning, but not much else. But really, who buys an audience?! It wouldn’t be that bad if Leav wasn’t such a rude person in her interviews and online in her comments. Journalists have made honest observations about how Faudet’s background in advertising played a role in their success (which you can hear that it clearly was in this interview), and she arrogantly denies it every time in defense of her mediocre prose and “poetry.” I truly hate the world we live in now in terms of the arts. All it takes is a modicum of talent backed by a shrewd business plan and marketing strategy. People work their asses off, dedicating time to language arts, yet people like Faudet, Atticus, Rupi Kaur (plagiarist), and Orion Carloto continue to make the bestsellers chart for writing minimalistic drivel.
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