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Pulp Poetry

Scraps of fascination are the building blocks of an interesting life.

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There goes the rain again.

There goes the rain again.

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I think there’s something raw, something lovely, in a person’s demeanor after they’ve released all the emotion it takes to really cry. After all their energy is drained from either pushing all their pain out or trying their hardest to keep it all in. When all that’s left is the remnants of that strength that cracked floating in what used to be that stability and you can hear the nerves still firing. When all that pain has fallen at their feet and they can start over. They begin building themselves back up to endure, and there’s a calmness in that.
-s Clare

I think there’s something raw, something lovely, in a person’s demeanor after they’ve released all the emotion it takes to really cry. After all their energy is drained from either pushing all their pain out or trying their hardest to keep it all in. When all that’s left is the remnants of that strength that cracked floating in what used to be that stability and you can hear the nerves still firing. When all that pain has fallen at their feet and they can start over. They begin building themselves back up to endure, and there’s a calmness in that.

-s Clare

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An unexpected “Where’s Waldo?” moment.

An unexpected “Where’s Waldo?” moment.

Prayer to A Kite
Oh, Great Green Kite!Lift me off this ground.This dirtThis sandClinging to everything.Lift me to the skyThe lightThe warmth.Let me be done with wet and cold.Please, lift me up!Your life is carefree.Mine is filled with worry.Teach me your saintly ways.How can I better myselfDown here?I’m too tempted to lieIn the mud.You’re majestyLet me be sublime.Dress me in resplendency, thoughI am simply a man.Oh please, take me up!Let your strength lift me!And we will flyAnywhere, anywhere, anywhere,Anywhere…

Prayer to A Kite

Oh, Great Green Kite!

Lift me off this ground.
This dirt
This sand
Clinging to everything.

Lift me to the sky
The light
The warmth.
Let me be done with wet and cold.

Please, lift me up!
Your life is carefree.
Mine is filled with worry.
Teach me your saintly ways.

How can I better myself
Down here?
I’m too tempted to lie
In the mud.

You’re majesty
Let me be sublime.
Dress me in resplendency, though
I am simply a man.

Oh please, take me up!
Let your strength lift me!
And we will fly
Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere,

Anywhere…

Q: What color is the sky?
A: There are no easy answers, but looking for them is a beautiful thing to do.

Q: What color is the sky?

A: There are no easy answers, but looking for them is a beautiful thing to do.

This nail means you’ve died. That blood disease took you From this Earth From your family From me.The scars on these stones will never heal. But some day With enough wind, And sun, And rain, It will become a foothold for life.A new life. Not yours. You, my beautiful boy, are never coming home again.I don’t drive this nail into rock with anguish My sadness doesn’t plant it here. The memory of you isn’t strong enough. I drive it with a fury And passion At the thought of how many days Lay before us. I would erase those days and join you Now.But I know what you’d say. I know what you’d want. To live my days and find happiness again. And I couldn’t bear to face you not having done that. So you’ll forgive me if Right now I hate you. And use that hate to drive this nail into stone And hopefully, the remove the nails In my heart as well.

This nail means you’ve died.
 That blood disease took you
 From this Earth
 From your family
 From me.

The scars on these stones will never heal.
 But some day
 With enough wind,
 And sun,
 And rain,
 It will become a foothold for life.

A new life.
 Not yours.
 You, my beautiful boy, are never coming home again.

I don’t drive this nail into rock with anguish
 My sadness doesn’t plant it here.
 The memory of you isn’t strong enough.
 I drive it with a fury
 And passion
 At the thought of how many days
 Lay before us.
 I would erase those days and join you
 Now.

But I know what you’d say. I know what you’d want.
 To live my days and find happiness again.
 And I couldn’t bear to face you not having done that.
 So you’ll forgive me if
 Right now
 I hate you.
 And use that hate to drive this nail into stone
 And hopefully, the remove the nails
 In my heart as well.

The other side of pink.

The other side of pink.