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Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
an ode to the poets
there is something
indecent about a poet.
we drag what should
have died in the dark
naked onto the page.
our mothers' grief.
our fathers' absence.
those who trusted us
with their bodies
but never their stories.
we write them anyway.
we rob the dead
of their silence.
make monuments
of things we taught
ourselves to mourn.
a dress
still hanging
in the closet.
the hollow
behind a woman's knee.
a kitchen
with one plate.
we ruin beautiful things
trying to preserve them.
open old wounds
with dirty hands
and call the damage
a first draft.
we spend our lives
turning the people
we couldn't keep
into words
we cannot lose.
and when the world
calls us beautiful
for what we've written,
we know
exactly what
we've done.
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
I cannot tell you any spiritual truth that you don't know already.
All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.
-Eckhart Tolle
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
morrigan
she sits where the forest
has forgotten the sun.
black hair falling
over a dress
the color of mourning.
a raven pressed
against her cheek
like a secret
the dead refused to keep.
there is something ancient
in the way she watches.
no invitation.
no apology.
the woods have grown
around lesser things.
i would sit beside her
on that rotting bench
and listen to the names
she has given
the men who disappointed her.
i suspect the raven
knows them all.
there is no innocence
in those dark eyes.
only the terrible patience
of a woman
who has buried
every version of herself
that ever begged
to be loved.
and still,
i would reach for her.
not to rescue
what the forest claimed.
but to find out
what kind of man
could survive
being chosen
by something
so beautifully
unforgiving.
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
I just... Damn. <3
There's a saying on American social media:
"Be the American that Japanese people think you are."
I'm Japanese. I've lived in Tokyo my whole life.
So let me tell you what we actually say about you, when you're not in the room.
"When someone falls down on the street, we pretend not to see. We're protecting their pride. Americans run straight at them. They don't care about the pride. They care about the knee." (Office worker, 38)
"An American will stop four lanes of traffic for a family of ducks. And then everyone in the cars claps for the ducks." (Taxi driver, 61)
"If you lend an American a pen, you will never see it again. If you need a kidney, they'll ask your blood type." (Nurse, 45)
"At kids' soccer games, they cheer when the other team's kid scores. The other team's parents look confused. Then they cheer too." (Youth soccer coach, 52, lived one year in Ohio)
"A man sneezed on a bus in Chicago. Eleven strangers said 'Bless you.' He said 'thank you' eleven times. Nobody on that bus thought this was strange." (University student, 21)
"At an airport in Texas, I watched a soldier try to pay for his lunch. The cashier said someone already had. He asked who. She said, 'Somebody who didn't want you to know.'" (Retired teacher, 70)
"American fathers cannot braid hair. But they will watch a video at midnight for an hour so their daughter's hair looks right on picture day." (Hair stylist, 33)
"I ran the Chicago Marathon once. Strangers stood in the cold for hours holding signs for people they will never meet. At mile 20, a man I'd never seen read the name off my bib and screamed it like he'd raised me." (Runner, 48)
"When Americans get lost, they ask a stranger. If the stranger is also lost, they become a team." (Tour guide, 39)
"They ask the waitress her name. And then they remember it." (Restaurant owner, 66)
And one more. From my father. He's 76. He doesn't say much about anything. This is the longest thing I have ever heard him say about another country.
"Every time something terrible happens in America, I watch the news, and I look for one thing.
The people running toward it.
There are always so many."
So, America.
You don't have to become the Americans we think you are.
We're not imagining you.
We're remembering you.
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
The population remains awake,
but no longer aware.
Reacting instead of choosing.
Consuming instead of creating.
Fighting over futures someone else imagined for them.
Treating consciousness a spectator of existence...
Instead of a participant in its unfolding.
Where attention goes, intention follows.
Where intention becomes action, futures take form.
The greatest deception is convincing humanity to spend its consciousness reacting to a world it stopped help create...
Being acted out on a world stage...
watching it via doom scroll.
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
I hang here, canvas tight. She hits me bare-knuckled, craving the sting that bites her hands. Instructor scolds: “Wrap up or wreck yourself.” She complies… then buys her own bag and goes raw again at night.
Every haymaker costs us both. Power always leaves a receipt.
Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
Awareness Of This Moment - Inner I
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Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
Bird And Bone
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Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
Like Moths
“The question isn’t who’s shining, it’s
WHO IS AWARE OF THE BEAM?”
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Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
Purdy. Both seasons.
Ever heard of the Rose of Jericho?
They basically die during drought for up to 100 years and come back to life.
YouTube short time lapse.
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Plain•Jane•Doe retweeted
Poetry composed from Royal Columbia Hospital Psych Ward
#Poetry composed in Asylum:
SATELLITE
The sun was warmer
two hours past recess
and years ago before
Her lunar landing
seized me with euphoric trepidation-
untelevised ticker tape parade
for the world.
Neil Armstrong, eat yer heart out.
