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La tristesse durera toujours.

Vincent Van Gogh.


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LEFTOVERS IN MY MEMORY.

Greetings!
This is a very casual attempt to showcase poetry, pictures, quotes, any and all forms of art that I've collected through the past decade and have always wanted people to find too. 
I hope you find a piece that disturbs you. I hope you hold it close!


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"All the Good Women are Gone" by Susan Nguyen

Have you ever cried during an interview because you started talking about your family, or while serving tables in Virginia when a man’s...

“Slow Dance” by Matthew Dickman

More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with...

"Poem for Everyone" by John T Wood

I will present you parts of my self slowly if you are patient and tender. I will open drawers that mostly stay closed and bring out...

"Bread and Butter" by Gayle Brandeis

for Michael I often wonder how people figured things out—simple things like bread and butter. How did the first person know to grind and...

"ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATH" by Rebecca Elson.

Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they...

"Saudade" by Royla Asghar

“White curtains, you look at me through the sunlight. My skin burned by happiness. I look at the view from our balcony, and life melts in...

"An Almost Made Up Poem" by Charles Bukowski.

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where...

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In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase “ya’aburnee” Translated “you bury me” -...

"Someday I'll Love Ocean Vyoung" by Ocean Vyoung

Ocean, don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us. Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until...

"Harlem" by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten...

"If I kill myself today" by Devashish Makhija.

If I kill myself today Tomorrow’s milk will curdle untended at the door Some clothes in the washing machine will stay unwashed forever A...

"You Can't Have It All" by Barbara Ras.

But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old...

"Poets on Bathroom Walls" by Agha Shahid Ali.

Poets on Bathroom Walls by Agha Shahid Ali. Sipping our Miller Lites, you announce you must take a break. So you're off, dear girl, to...

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