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bookromancy · 7 months
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Love feels so feminine but it doesn’t always have to be.
Why do we feel that being seen as feminine is weak? Why do we think that femininity is weakness? Women have so much rage in them from all the injustice of the past, women have so much love for all the creation, love creates. Love is so powerful. I am a woman the way god is. I am a woman the way love is. I am everything and everywhere.
I am so sick of being told that I can’t be complete without a man. I am complete, I was always complete and full. I am not a partner or a lover or a wife. I belong only to myself. I am not a label or a thought. I am a human being. I feel. I breathe. I am me. I am alive. That’s enough. I don’t need a man to teach me what I can love. I love even if the government doesn’t allow it. Nothing could stop me from loving. I’d rather die loved than lying.
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bookromancy · 1 year
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Thinking and sinking and mindlessly drinking.
Drowning in empty cups
Loosing my mind when pointless conversations become our only ones.
-Morning afters, Andy Hearth
My first poetry-collection-book will be available on Amazon February 1st. If you love lesbian poetry and want to support a new author, follow me on tumblr for updates. I am extremely excited to finally publish my work. I started writing it when I was 15 and by the time I was 18 the book was done. It is a big part of my life. I hope that you will love it just as much as I do.
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bookromancy · 10 months
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Why is our love a criminal act
Why is our love a political statement
Why is our love a door twice locked
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bookromancy · 1 year
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My melancholy sings an ode to heartbreaks,
Oh, how easy it is to disappear in the soft dusk of day,
a senseless escapism in the colours of the sky.
The rustle of feathers,
as Icarus falls in love.
At the end of the story there was a cliff and a poet.
Her song was over and history was cruel.
I can’t help but wonder if I’ll end that way,
with the wind in my hair and my endless love raging against the tides,
my flaxen haired lover weeping as she holds my spiritless body.
Am I a tragedy written by a Greek poet gifted to a god?
Whispered from one lover to another as they embrace,
hidden from seeing eyes.
Am I a flower weeping the loss of life on a bloodied ground?
Or am I a string of yarn to lead you back.
thousands of years between here and there.
The lament of Sappho, Andy Hearth.
Since my first poetry book, Morning Afters, is coming out tomorrow on kindle, I wanted to share a poem from my second book, The lament of Sappho, that I am currently working on. Thank you for supporting me!
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bookromancy · 1 year
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The words I wished to say are choking me. I was never good at explaining my feelings, so this message is for you:
I think I left my heart with you.
Keep it safe for me, please.
If I got it back I don’t think I’d have it in one piece.
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bookromancy · 7 months
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We exist as mirrors of one another
the mother and her daughter
The cursed carousel spinning around
I wish I was a sparrow and not a dove trapped inside your palm
Motherly love, the cold flame, the hand that feeds; yet strangles…
Andy Hearth
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bookromancy · 2 years
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I wish that I was the cigarette between your lips.
You always held it so gently.
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bookromancy · 2 years
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Even if Aphrodite herself told me how this will hurt one day, I’d still fall for you. Even if I knew that we’d fall apart, I’d still write for you. I’d still break every piece of me apart and put it together in a poem so you could maybe read it one day and think of me.
Andy Hearth, The Lament Of Sappho (2022)
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bookromancy · 2 years
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She looked at me and saw a person, not so perfect and torn at every edge, and yet she kissed me like I was her only source of oxygen. When I look at her I feel like Achilles seeing Patroclus wearing his armour and running into battle. I feel like Hyacinth looking up at Apollo while taking his last breath. I wouldn’t mind dying for love. I wouldn’t mind dying for you. I was always afraid of falling, until you reminded me that I had wings. I wasn’t Icarus and you weren’t the sun. We were always equals.
Andy Hearth, “The Lament Of Sappho” (2022?)
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bookromancy · 2 years
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You are my string of fate. You are the reason I am alive. There is no life after you for me.
Life and Death in love stories…
Fragments of my unpublished poetry.
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bookromancy · 2 years
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I am searching for your name in a song I swear was written for you. I hum it’s tune when I lower my head into soapy water. My breath slows down as I open my eyes and I can almost see you sitting in the bathtub with me. I would sing you the song, draw out every lyric in a way you could understand. It’s like a prayer on my lips. Your holy divine name. Your essence in a words not written down by me. Every song should be about you, oh radiant Eurydice. You’re my brightest star. I would rip my heart out and eat it raw if I could. I would set my hair on fire for you.
Andy Hearth, The Lament of Sappho
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bookromancy · 2 years
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I had a dream that we were birds. It was everything I ever dreamed of; you and me far away from the land. Leaving for a better place. You would hold me in your arms and wrap your wings around me and I felt the safest I ever did in my life. It was everything. You were everything. We were in love 50 miles away from the land and it was all well. I think I want that one day, I want to disappear with you to a place that only we know.
Will you come?
Will you pack your things and take my hand?
Maybe there is a place for us where people are a little kinder and the sun shines a little longer and we have a small apartment in the city where birds sit at out windowsill, flapping their wings and asking for food. I’d cook for you in the kitchen and you will embrace me from behind and whisper into my ear the words of love. At that moment I would know that I am truly alive.
The Lament Of Sappho, Andromeda Hearth
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bookromancy · 2 years
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I am a hopeless lover and a dreamer. The words between us are a battlefield for my history of absence. My poetry is shaky and bittersweet but oh, so real as my tears break through the paper. They soak in as I wither away. Will you come to my funeral and remember me how I was when I was eighteen? I begged you for a diamond ring but glass would be enough. I would say yes even if you didn’t have anything. I would say yes even if you didn’t ask. Is it too late for us now? Has our love really gone cold? I could light us again, with my last match but I think you would rather light your cigarette instead. My tears aren’t coming, I have gone cold as I lay in a casket prepared for a girl with an immortal smile. I wasn’t quite as lucky and now I lay there in a white dress. It’s too tight on me, that’s why I never wore it. Someone painted my lips blood red. I have bled for years without stopping and the marks are just a ghostly reminder now. Break my hands so I don’t write nothing else, please. I can’t no more.
Andy Hearth, the lament of Sappho (2022?)
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bookromancy · 2 years
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I think that maybe one day we were supposed to meet just to say goodbye at the end of it. Maybe we were supposed to see just what love was for a little while, and maybe that is not nearly enough for me but it’s already too much for you. Maybe the only reason I am holding on to you is to write…
Andy Hearth, The Lament Of Sappho (2022)
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bookromancy · 3 years
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There is something so frightening about saying “I love you” in my native language. It sounds like a commitment, like every time I say it, I promise that no one else will ever hear it fall off my lips. It makes my lungs tighten and my fingers shake and I can’t look you in the eyes. It feels like I just told you my deepest secrets and let you know me completely, intimately. I trust you with my soul as I whisper “milujem ťa” into the air between us and I really want you to kiss those words of my lips.
Andy Hearth
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bookromancy · 3 years
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My heart yearns for you.
I can’t hold you in my arms, so I embrace the thought of you as I pray to the stars.
Maybe Aphrodite knew what she was doing when she intertwined our strings.
I can dot all the i’s and cross all the t’s but nothing could bring you here to me.
You call me a poet and yet I can’t write myself out of this.
Andy Hearth
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