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Written by Maggie Pagratis
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if you were an artist I would ask you
to tear apart the word
with your brush
to open it wide
and let its sinews
spread like the petals
of flower?
and you could make them any colour
just add a little blue
for the veins
that are pumping
blood thick but smooth
because
who ever did want patience
a thin-blooded word? |
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Written by Maggie Pagratis
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Wednesday, 01 April 2009 13:29 |
let me write you
some happy endings
and pour them on you like a torrent
of chocolate
let me write you
a shameless verse
and your wounds glaze
like a happy ending |
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Written by Maggie Pagratis
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Wednesday, 01 April 2009 13:27 |
to console myself
I sat and thought
that 50 million people
were probably suffering
from heartache
right then too
and I imagined
a flood of grief
that would put noah's
to shame |
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Written by Maggie Pagratis
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a broken heart is useless
as far as I can tell
the mini-beats are numbing
scattered sounds of hell
demolished and apart
a witch’s botched love spell
leftover squishy parts
they leave a messy trail |
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Written by Maggie Pagratis
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I think I've read a hundred books this week
trying to fill myself with missing things
I turned the world, I flipped the pages
met some dragons, read of sages
met a sasquatch, almost winced
passed him by and found a witch
she looked so very sad, I thought
and I asked her what was wrong
you've got magic, I insisted
you've got charm, I then persisted
but her tear kept rolling down
as she looked upon the ground
and I saw her bloody hands
from the turning of the rocks
what a mess there was around
some lost courage then I found
and to heal her I so wanted
my red kerchief wet, I handed
and I wrapped her hand in mine
he's too far away this time
and she looked up at my eyes
put her bloody hand in mine
and I broke down and I cried
his love was just a lie
and a gazillion tears rolled down
on grey skin
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