Joan Was Thrown From the Ark by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Joan Was Thrown From the Ark
My screams are trapped behind the boarded-up shutters of my lips because
to show my teeth would make me a bitch, a whore, a dyke.
I am a lioness who has been declawed, a hawk of prey with wings made useless.
The fire in me cries out, as she is smothered by a flood of ‘can’ts’ and ‘don’ts’.
I’ve been doused, put out, drowned.
But in time, oxygen returns to my splintered lungs
my lips pry open, incisors bared, razor-tongue dry
and although it’s painful, breathing on my own gives me the power
that they tried to hold from me.
I’ll drag it from their grasp, stuff it down my throat,
suck
She runs from door to door in a stained party dress
testing each rusty lock with an ancient, bejeweled key
but of the thousand rooms she tries to enter
none will open.
Finally the instrument fits
she shoves herself between the partition
seeing the windows, as tall as she is
she opens her arms wide and screams for joy.
I’m the green eyed monster hiding under your parent’s bed.
I never wanted to be here in the first place, but there’s too much bitterness in the blood that comes up whenever I bite my tongue
and the hollow in my stomach is too big to be filled with reassurances that I can
try again and maybe next time and you’re still a mother
I’m not a mother, I’m so jealous of mothers
Because her baby has ten perfect little toes and her baby has a beautiful smile and her baby is going on two years old but still can’t sleep through the night--
and my baby?
My baby’s a thought, a concept, the dream of ever
“Uh, Supey?”
“Are you okay?”
“Why?”
Kid Flash and Artemis gave one another an uneasy look, each daring the other to point out the nearly-inside-out punching bag lying on the gym floor covered with imprints of the half-Kryptonian’s fists.
“You just seem a little tense,“ Artemis finally said, twisting the wrist-strap on her water bottle. Kid Flash grimaced and muttered, “More than a little…”
Connor didn’t answer, instead kicking at the useless training material with the toe of one boot. He didn’t really want to explain; feelings were messy, and complicated, and
Raconteur
They say that when a phoenix dies
A newborn rises from the ashes, carrying
Hope on its virgin wings.
But the night I was burning
There was nothing optimistic about the sense
That everything making me whole
Was melting away.
‘Another door opens when the first one closes’
Is another sour cliché
Meant to soothe the weary soul.
But they never said how I’d still spend years
Pulling on the locked door’s rusty handle
Begging for God to open it.
Or how, when I finally turned my back
The dark, gnarled wood seemed to be laughing.
And even if the old adage states that
Time heals all wounds
Then Time must on
Yj: The Way I See You by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Yj: The Way I See You
You are the most perfect being in the universe, like a star that never fades or a song that never ends. You smile at me, and I feel worthy and like someone in the world wants me to be here. You are the only person who has never made me feel stupid, or ugly, or dumb. No matter what I do, you make me feel like it's okay.
But you're starting to realize that I don't deserve you. You're pulling away from me, ever so slowly like a leaf in the wind. I don't want to be selfish and tell you I don't want you to go.I don't want to hold you back, because you're way too good for me and we both know it.
But I will let you go with a fake cheer in my voice,
Bright Bright Lights by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Bright Bright Lights
I miss you. I miss the us we could've been.
And that makes me so angry I can't stand myself sometimes. I want to smash things and scream at the top of my lungs because I can't forget about you no matter what I do, and it makes me feel so stupid.
I should be over you. It was a two week relationship three years ago, but I still can't stop thinking about what we could've been. I was going to give you my first kiss that day, and ever since I've felt like you still should have it. Why do I think that? What have you done that makes me decide it belongs to you, somehow?
There are days I beg God to stop having you show up in my dreams, doing you
Joan Was Thrown From the Ark by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Joan Was Thrown From the Ark
My screams are trapped behind the boarded-up shutters of my lips because
to show my teeth would make me a bitch, a whore, a dyke.
I am a lioness who has been declawed, a hawk of prey with wings made useless.
The fire in me cries out, as she is smothered by a flood of ‘can’ts’ and ‘don’ts’.
I’ve been doused, put out, drowned.
But in time, oxygen returns to my splintered lungs
my lips pry open, incisors bared, razor-tongue dry
and although it’s painful, breathing on my own gives me the power
that they tried to hold from me.
I’ll drag it from their grasp, stuff it down my throat,
suck
She runs from door to door in a stained party dress
testing each rusty lock with an ancient, bejeweled key
but of the thousand rooms she tries to enter
none will open.
Finally the instrument fits
she shoves herself between the partition
seeing the windows, as tall as she is
she opens her arms wide and screams for joy.
I’m the green eyed monster hiding under your parent’s bed.
I never wanted to be here in the first place, but there’s too much bitterness in the blood that comes up whenever I bite my tongue
and the hollow in my stomach is too big to be filled with reassurances that I can
try again and maybe next time and you’re still a mother
I’m not a mother, I’m so jealous of mothers
Because her baby has ten perfect little toes and her baby has a beautiful smile and her baby is going on two years old but still can’t sleep through the night--
and my baby?
My baby’s a thought, a concept, the dream of ever
“Uh, Supey?”
“Are you okay?”
“Why?”
Kid Flash and Artemis gave one another an uneasy look, each daring the other to point out the nearly-inside-out punching bag lying on the gym floor covered with imprints of the half-Kryptonian’s fists.
“You just seem a little tense,“ Artemis finally said, twisting the wrist-strap on her water bottle. Kid Flash grimaced and muttered, “More than a little…”
Connor didn’t answer, instead kicking at the useless training material with the toe of one boot. He didn’t really want to explain; feelings were messy, and complicated, and
Raconteur
They say that when a phoenix dies
A newborn rises from the ashes, carrying
Hope on its virgin wings.
But the night I was burning
There was nothing optimistic about the sense
That everything making me whole
Was melting away.
‘Another door opens when the first one closes’
Is another sour cliché
Meant to soothe the weary soul.
But they never said how I’d still spend years
Pulling on the locked door’s rusty handle
Begging for God to open it.
Or how, when I finally turned my back
The dark, gnarled wood seemed to be laughing.
And even if the old adage states that
Time heals all wounds
Then Time must on
Yj: The Way I See You by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Yj: The Way I See You
You are the most perfect being in the universe, like a star that never fades or a song that never ends. You smile at me, and I feel worthy and like someone in the world wants me to be here. You are the only person who has never made me feel stupid, or ugly, or dumb. No matter what I do, you make me feel like it's okay.
But you're starting to realize that I don't deserve you. You're pulling away from me, ever so slowly like a leaf in the wind. I don't want to be selfish and tell you I don't want you to go.I don't want to hold you back, because you're way too good for me and we both know it.
But I will let you go with a fake cheer in my voice,
Bright Bright Lights by LoveMeSomeATLA, literature
Literature
Bright Bright Lights
I miss you. I miss the us we could've been.
And that makes me so angry I can't stand myself sometimes. I want to smash things and scream at the top of my lungs because I can't forget about you no matter what I do, and it makes me feel so stupid.
I should be over you. It was a two week relationship three years ago, but I still can't stop thinking about what we could've been. I was going to give you my first kiss that day, and ever since I've felt like you still should have it. Why do I think that? What have you done that makes me decide it belongs to you, somehow?
There are days I beg God to stop having you show up in my dreams, doing you
Green Lantern TAS :: Fixing the Past by VanishingStarlight, literature
Literature
Green Lantern TAS :: Fixing the Past
"Aya, just listen for a moment. Please."
"Green Lantern, did you listen to me when I asked? When I pleaded? No. So I shall return the favor."
Hal opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words. It was true. She'd had problems and he had been unwilling to listen. But there had been good reason for that! They'd been in the middle of rescuing the Red Lanterns! He'd promised they'd talk later. But still. The fact remained that she was right. Feeling defeated, he stood down, glancing sideways at Kilowog, who had also attempted to talk sense into Aya. The Bolovaxian just sighed, shrugging. They were running out of ideas here. "This is my fault." H
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