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Words Gone West

Post by Moccasin » Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:17 am

"Go west seems anciently to be connected with the direction of the setting sun, symbolizing the end of the day and so figuratively the end of one’s life. Going west has been linked to dying in English since the sixteenth century, though the idea must surely be very much older. It is sometimes said that it refers to the ride westwards that condemned prisoners in London took along Holborn from Newgate Prison to the gibbet at Tyburn, where Marble Arch now stands."
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Worms

Post by Moccasin » Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:18 am

I saw you in the hallway the other day
We passed by each other without saying a word
Sometimes I wish we were better friends
But then again, I know who you are

I saw you with that girl walking down the stairs
The one with pretty eyes and the big brown hair
My friend told me she was boring
But then again, I do not know her

But I know who you are

You were my very best friend of many years
But I was only yours when you wanted me to be
You left me, I joined them, you joined them, you left her
And then, out of the summer blue, you left us

I can say that I forgive you
Cause I know why you did it
Cause I know how you feel inside

And I know you feel you don't belong
You can pick your worms out
But that doesn't make you strong

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Post by Moccasin » Wed Jun 28, 2017 12:22 pm

This next one's short. It's two versions of a poem I read for my dad on Father's Day. Surprise! he actually really liked it and double surprise! asked me to post it here. So, gracias Papá for always being there for me, and I hope you guys enjoy!
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Te Amo (I Love You)

Post by Moccasin » Wed Jun 28, 2017 12:55 pm

Thank you, Father
For letting us have
the life we have

And sleep in these beds
with beautiful sheets
I love you, Papa

Please never change
For the world is dark
But our home is the North Star
Gracias Padre
Por dejarnos tener
La vida que tenemos

Y dormir en estas camas
Con sábanas hermosas
Te amo, Papá

Por favor no cambie
Porque el mundo es oscuro
Pero nuestra casa
Es la Estrella
Polar
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Post by Moccasin » Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:53 pm

I'm tired of being your parasite, Rodriguez.
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Part I: La Paloma

Post by Moccasin » Tue Jul 11, 2017 1:03 pm

Freedom is...
Burying you in the sand
And letting water do the rest

Freedom is...
Letting you to the hounds
Looking back on the west

Freedom is...
The wind on my face
I fling my wings to the sky
But alas, your words
Have me homing
'Til I die
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Post by Moccasin » Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:41 am

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a shallow bitch or just say that to be artsy.
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Part II: La Perra

Post by Moccasin » Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:49 am

I've been reading through my journal
They're filled with poems
About myself

I look through my phone
It's filled with photos
Of myself

My mother says it's because
I'm a Frida Kahlo sort
Without the drugs of course
(Or the tequila)
(Or Diego Rivera)

But I'm not an artist, am I?
The question swims
in the depths of my mind
The more I think of it,
the more I feel
like a narcissist

But then I think
Out loud in my room
Wait a minute!
If I'm a narcissist, then
How am I self-aware?

And then I wonder if I say that
To feel good about my problems
Not wondering
If it's because
It's the rational thing to say

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