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Emily Interviews the Powerful Poetess Ellie by darkmotherpoetry, journal

Emily Interviews the Powerful Poetess Ellie

Jan 10, 2018

1.)Tell us about yourself. Give us a first impression about who you are? I'm Ellie ellenairethepure (https://www.deviantart.com/ellenairethepure) . I'm a childish young woman in my twenties, hella gay and trans too and i of course am often writing with an lgbtqq2sia normative approach. I like being there for people and I see art as a way of communicating perspectives to people who wouldn't otherwise understand which is why i write the way i do. but i like being happy and having fun and since my life has been constant struggle with poverty and acceptance I've learned to find the tiniest of joys in a life full of sorrow. 2.)So I want to ask you a quick question. I think most of our read

dive deep/part 4/conclusion/daily poem 8 by darkmotherpoetry, literature

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dive deep/part 4/conclusion/daily poem 8

I’m still here and at the same time not I can’t feel myself I can’t see myself I’m alarmed by my dissociation quickly I search for myself a pinprick of light appears deep in the darkness I travel towards it I move through the slimy weeds the water is chilling I look for answers the pinprick has now grown to a large orb it casts light on the shadows I can see images of the past of my past I see wounds and scars on the child that I once was I imagine them being healed I imagine wrapping my arms around my child self I imagine what should have happened instead of what did you see the mind can be tricked

Stay Right There by stick-man-11, literature

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Stay Right There

For many of my years And in that short, short while There was that time when you belonged to me. A human can make mistakes. He can also compromise But when I was with you, it was a catch 22 Then things became different I still needed you. So stay, stay right there I'm on my way to you. Tearing down the barriers that stand in my way An unstoppable force that you can't betray. So come, take my hand Turns those skies from grey to blue The chemistry's still there You belong with me, and I with you. I'm use to travelling The trains send me in a daze My mind wonders of to the times I cherished dear Those walks along the beach, Those nights we sa

Not another second... by Jailabelle-23, literature

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Not another second...

Not a second Goes by That we don't Internally scream And cry, and wish, and wonder why Why we haven't been given the gift Of a tiny heartbeat To know, to cherish, to someday hold We have had, and lost, one so precious Only one, before there had even been A little pink sign to fret over Not a second Goes by That we won't Internally dream And cry, and wish, and wonder why We didn't get to meet that little us With a tiny heart, beating Waiting to have been known, cherished, held Yet there are Tiny hearts Being thrown away Disposed of, left for dead Forgotten, and abused With mothers and or fathers who Haven't the ability to love Instead they am

Destroy, Build, Stand again by Jailabelle-23, literature

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Destroy, Build, Stand again

I have destroyed myself Then rebuilt from the ash I have cut myself But no longer see the scars I have not changed despite everything I come back just the same Just a little wiser than the break before Takes a little longer to break again Like bones re-mending and becoming stronger I cannot deny this person who is me I cannot demand less of myself I will forever be breaking down And rising again from the fall That is understanding that I can stand again Despite the pain in all the effort That is understanding that I am enough That I deserve more That I can thrive for more And drive myself to that destination I am a force of nature Right down

Tainted Hope by thegreatpoetnick119, literature

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Tainted Hope

Sleep now child, ask why not the world bleeds Ask not why god demands that all must obey and love him or burn forever in eternal fire Ask not why Allah declares man must kill man and stain the ground with infidel blood Ask not why Jehovah brings forth the refugees to a promise land that must be earned with the lives of those who have already claimed it Even the reaper looks upon us in sadness, upon his throne of lost souls, do you know this child? Even death on wings a black sheath turns his head in shame as man kills man in the most horrendous of ways Mother earth dies, with not the heart to kill her children, even though they work night and

Clock by thegreatpoetnick119, literature

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Clock

As the water droplet fell, the lifeless body swung to and fro The wooden boards groaned as they strained to keep the dead weight aloft, bulging outward with every swing Callused, Cold fingers and swollen, cracked toes traced odd symbols and queer objects I the dust coating the floor, painting strange things upon their new canvas The rope that wrapped about the dead man’s waist held firm, keeping the perversion of a pendulum swinging to and fro, as it was asked to, not too long ago The cadaver swung back and forth, a meaningless mockery of the grandfather clock that swept away all before it in its endless ocean of time Tick, tock, tick,

1 AM by thegreatpoetnick119, literature

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1 AM

Hair stands on end as lips pull back in a feral bellow Fists clench tight against pale palms, sharp nails digging into soft flesh A defensive snarl emits from the opponent, hurtful words and unjust accusations fly across the gap Hands raised in a sign of submission, words of regret and apology spill forth over trembling lips, seeking forgiveness and comfort Human eyes close wearily, act of dominance now done, tears held back by timid instinct, love growing thin in the presence of constant discord One collapses against the other, seeking warmth and comfort in the almost reluctant lovers embrace Another night passes in a nondescript home fille

Human by thegreatpoetnick119, literature

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Human

I am human My colors can be black as the night that brings me slumber, as brown as the sand beneath my sandals, as white as the snow I trudge through I have seen the cruel eyes of the ancestor ape in my fellow man and still, I move on I am a creator of gods From my mind, creatures and beings of power unimaginable have sprang into existence From my lips, their gospel spill forth and homo sapien turns on homo sapien in his name I am the builder of civilization From roving bands of spear wielding nomads to empires holding sway over entire portions of the human race, I have evolved My territory is no longer a small stretch of trees, plain, or s

Challenger by thegreatpoetnick119, literature

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Challenger

"A challenger comes, a challenger comes!" The whisper leapt from tree to tree, filling the evening air with quiet noise and sudden tension "Tell the prince a challenger comes to take his throne!" The forest whispered, glee dripping from the words like sap from an ax blow Leaves dance throughout the trunks that densely pack the land as far as one cared to look, searching through the old ones, searching for the prince that ruled this forest A lone wolf rests in a rare clearing, resting his massive bulk on the soft earth, his paws kneading the rich loam below His ears twitched and nose wrinkled as sounds and smells reached him at his hard earned