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facinaoris · 2 years
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Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall
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godsopenwound · 2 years
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— Traci Brimhall, “Chthonic Lullaby”, from Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod
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smokefalls · 2 years
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Grief wakes the animal in me, and even though I know it is wrong, the anger feels powerful.
Traci Brimhall, “Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod” from Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod
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innocentlymacabre · 1 year
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I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I'm off my knees now.
— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Eros,” Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod [ via @lifeinpoetry]
The way this text was written makes it so much more emotionally impactful. That sudden, mid-sentence, jarring cut off before "now" just absolutely sears the word into you. It lends emotional context to the temporal period of the development and it creates a moving sense of growth and grief.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm not much of a poetry guy but every time poems make use of structure as a storytelling technique I fall absolutely in love with it.
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closedto · 7 months
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every couple of poems i just gotta put the book down and shake my head at nothing for a minute. her poems are sickening and so brilliant.
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helleboredreams · 11 months
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Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod
Traci Brimhall
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loathsomepoet · 1 year
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Slumber
Drowsy eyes all around
Closing at once
When
There is no sound
Eager for a nap
The brain lies
Just a moment of stillness
And you close your eyes
Once they close
You fall in slumber
With time it deepens
Like silence before thunder
But don't you dare
Getting lost in too deep
Cause if you go
Heart ceases to beat
If that happens
You get lost forever
A slumber so deep
That ends all endeavours
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greenarrow1111 · 8 months
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What's the point of recognising my love when I'm with someone else, when we're both married and I'm the better dad,
what's the point of loving me back,
when I've decided to not look back,
When I've stopped looking for reasons to hold on to you in my zodiac,
i don't remember how i waited so long,
or how i moved on, or how my sore heart started beating this rigid tone,
Maybe it was seeing you happy
With someone who's a lot like me, but not exactly
Maybe it was when i started feeling sick of my sincerity
My unprocessed love, and my blunt attitude
Wasn't as exciting as to your Love's attribute
So What's the point of this unconditional love? what's the point in waiting in solitude?!
When you were intertwined to someone else,
I was covered in a jealousy of a different kind
That I coveted you, a Love that's hard to find
Yet a heart full of filthy was zealous to your mind
My love for you was of a different kind
I would've stayed if your heart was broken
If the reason for not accepting my love would've been the fear of getting hurt one more time, i would've stayed even if you didn't, i would've made you believe in my kind of love, shapeless, molding into any routine of life's craziness, i would've made you mine.
But the reason for you was this feeling shaped to look like love for someone else,
You never saw me in that way, not even a glance, maybe my plain & shapeless form clouded you, or maybe it was the fear of drowning, maybe this much was too much for you.
Yet for so long i kept you,
Forever more i crept too,
In hopes of that hopeless rendezvous
Uncertain of my queue or when to withdrew
I continued the gag of loving you,
(Swinging by the bar, fooling myself and everyone around me with that red smile)
Till my love for you reached it's plateau
Till it started becoming an enemy for me,
My mind said " you are not letting me live" it's impossible for me to breathe,
My love for you said, die a little more, endure this and she will be yours,
But one day i saw you leaving town
Leaving this trapeze swinger alone with his clown
Leaving me a letter, saying exactly what you hate about me,
Saying, how i would be weightless if i dropped my love for you,
Saying, the world doesn't recognize the kind of love I'm trying to give ,
So i dug a 10 feet deep hollow into the earth, and burried my undying love for you
And left it with an empty headstone, because i didn't had any name to give it,
and had way too much to write about it,
Something as complete as incomplete.
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gendzl · 1 year
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anyone have a pdf of—WAIT post canceled i can edit my tags without retyping them now????? only valid update.
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facinaoris · 1 year
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Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall
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godsopenwound · 2 years
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We know he offered fruit; his brother offered a lamb. Did Cain say: I gave God the thing itself and not the symbol. Did he mean to say: God wanted a blood sacrifice. That’s exactly what he got.
— Traci Brimhall, “Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod” from Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod
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overthinksinbisexual · 10 months
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love as violence
caitlin conlon, phantom pains // tina tran, out of the ruins // venetta octavia // iain thomas // yves olade, the miracle mile // sara manguso, love letter (clouds) // traci brimhall, come the slumberless to the land of nod // unknown // margaret atwood, power politics // madeline miller, circe // warsan shire // richard siken, planet of love // hozier, cherry wine
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smokefalls · 2 years
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My heart had outgrown me. It wanted too much love, too much sadness, too many arrows and glasses of wine.
Traci Brimhall, “Dear Thanatos, [You caught me by the wrists …]” from Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod
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firstfullmoon · 2 years
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Traci Brimhall, from “Contender,” in Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod [ID in alt text]
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closedto · 7 months
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this poem is so fun to recite
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