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lemon-drop-library · 2 years
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Diving Into the Wreck, by Adrienne Rich
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone.
There is a ladder. The ladder is always there hanging innocently close to the side of the schooner. We know what it is for, we who have used it. Otherwise it is a piece of maritime floss some sundry equipment.
I go down. Rung after rung and still the oxygen immerses me the blue light the clear atoms of our human air. I go down. My flippers cripple me, I crawl like an insect down the ladder and there is no one to tell me when the ocean will begin.
First the air is blue and then it is bluer and then green and then black I am blacking out and yet my mask is powerful it pumps my blood with power the sea is another story the sea is not a question of power I have to learn alone to turn my body without force in the deep element.
And now: it is easy to forget what I came for among so many who have always lived here swaying their crenellated fans between the reefs and besides you breathe differently down here.
I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail. I stroke the beam of my lamp slowly along the flank of something more permanent than fish or weed
the thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth the drowned face always staring toward the sun the evidence of damage worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty the ribs of the disaster curving their assertion among the tentative haunters.
This is the place. And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, the merman in his armored body. We circle silently about the wreck we dive into the hold. I am she: I am he
whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes whose breasts still bear the stress whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies obscurely inside barrels half-wedged and left to rot we are the half-destroyed instruments that once held to a course the water-eaten log the fouled compass
We are, I am, you are by cowardice or courage the one who find our way back to this scene carrying a knife, a camera a book of myths in which our names do not appear.
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lemon-drop-library · 3 years
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I lay in bed and my head spins:
(I want to fall asleep soon)-
I want to live-
I want to believe there is someone up there-
I want to believe there is a God
and I want to believe that he is kind
and his hands are large and calloused
like my grandfather's-
(I want to fall asleep soon)-
I want to love-
I want to be loved-
I want to love myself-
(I want to fall asleep soon)-
I want to love this version of myself-
this version that is awake and spiraling
in the deep cool dark of my room-
the fan is off center and ticking-
like a clock-
I am not yet asleep-
I am not quite awake-
I am not between the two-
I am laying in the bed and my head spins.
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lemon-drop-library · 3 years
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lemon-drop-library · 3 years
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you're fast asleep;
your body takes up most of the bed
and your soft breaths drift out warm against my back
like steam
from a comforting glass
of tea.
i wonder if you know
that because of you,
sadness is no longer my muse
or my unyielding companion.
you've got to be my good luck charm,
as i don't think i've ever been so lucky
as to have had the chance
to know you.
-the difference between stagnant and calm is you
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lemon-drop-library · 3 years
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lemon-drop-library · 4 years
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Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen paperback classics featuring Richard Adams, Edgar Allan Poe, Simone de Beauvoir, J.R.R. Tolkien, Richard Wright, Harper Lee, and others! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on April 25, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!
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lemon-drop-library · 4 years
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me reading my own writing: a classic! hilarious! ohoho i am oscar wilde i am very clever
also me reading my own writing: what is this abomination i have unleashed upon society. i’m like dr. frankenstein but with words that are bad
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lemon-drop-library · 4 years
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-i am allowed to be afraid
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lemon-drop-library · 5 years
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i sat near the library parking lot and read a few books, but a butterfly caught my attention and i immediately remembered that you loved to chase after them when the sun was finally setting and it was bright enough to see the stars, but not dark enough to go home. so as i sat there and just watched the butterfly land on my arms, i remembered how much you didn’t want me to leave, and well– i’m thankful that you never left. sometimes I hide from the sunset, because I don’t want the day to end, and though we’ve sung songs to keep the trees together, your name burns raw against my throat. have we loved less because we spend every night alone? have we separated distractions from dividing suffocation? the language you know is me and darling, you’re beyond fluent.
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lemon-drop-library · 5 years
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🌠back from vacation with a new poem!🌠
let me know what you think below vv
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^^ check out my new Instagram! ^^
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lemon-drop-library · 5 years
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you were mine
and she was yours
and I
was stupid to think
that I was anyone's at all
-everything stays (but it still changes)
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lemon-drop-library · 5 years
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aaaaa I want one so bad blease
Oh dear
Hey guys. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE who reblogs this post BY MAY 5TH 2019 will be getting a small monster design based on your blog theme, name, or profile picture. Let’s go.
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lemon-drop-library · 5 years
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I await the eyes of those glancing over
to scoff at my fear
to show these raw parts of myself
would be brazen
and I am not one forthcoming
to be unarmed
in this
my war of selves and selfish shelving
how do you live
with the lights off
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