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samantharosejohnson Ā· 4 years ago
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šŸŠ hey hey babesā€”i have long awaited the moment to share this poem with you. itā€™s called ā€œthe rage, the loving, the fucking, the desireā€ ā€” itā€™s an apocalyptic mini love story inspired by the terrain of #losangeles and the impermanence of it all. i think i wrote this at the end of summer 2019. i know itā€™s cold now but if you wanna feel some heat, please head to the link in my bio to read! i posted the images but itā€™s pretty hard to read. i will also share some excerpts soon on here. lemme know what you think. šŸ˜˜šŸ§” šŸŽØ by @katieobrienpoet who is also the creator and EIC of blood orange. thank you for giving my poem a gorgeous home and for being such a great editor! read the poem here: http://bloodorange.krobrien.com/broadsides/lovers.pdf #soulbits #poetry #witcheswhowrite #womenwriters #womenpoets #poem #losangelespoem #thelovers #theloverstarot #tarot #tarotpoetry #lovepoetry #apocalypticpoetry #eroticpoetry #srj #samantharosejohnson (at The Valley) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJXNLdYltHH/?igshid=1h7n1z4ykldmz
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thewriterider Ā· 9 years ago
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In the shade of a palm tree
Contemplating it all
Ā Do you ever take a moment and tune into your heart beat?
Ā Well this was one of those for me
leaned against that tree
Feeling lost and found
Light and heavy
Stuck on the beat as it pumped, thumped steady
Realizing luck is a facade,
we were chosen
Me, I, this being
The beauty of creations playing out like a dream
Ā Gazing past drooping leaves to L.A.'s sky
Ā All this time craving answers and meaning and truth
Searching, digging for faith and proof
Ā Coming back to that moment,
me in the shade of a tree,
starting up at our sky,
knowing that
Ā ...knowing this is enough we may set ourselves free
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throughscreendoors Ā· 5 years ago
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essential plane (10.25.19, edit 10.31.19, edit 1.1.20)
Iā€™m writing from heavenā€™s waiting room with all the other animalsĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā  watching squirrels gallop over telephone wireĀ Ā Ā Ā  as eggshell planes slide slowly lateral above likeĀ  Ā Ā Ā  they aim to land in the palmĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā  trees or my hands
whatā€™s a plane to a passenger? Ā  Ā  is hallway to the future or flying carpet tube with chairs the essential experience?
LA traffic made me MachiavellianĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā  past the bored rows and shiny faces behind wheels Ā Ā Ā  a woman frowns, her hijab draped like a wilted pink petal Ā  Ā  past bus benches like discarded airplane partsĀ Ā Ā Ā  I flew like a flying thing, cried like a crierĀ  Ā Ā  now there can be no more comparisons
I think: if I donā€™t fall into the end of something right now Iā€™ll be insignificant
living in LA means donā€™t fear the apocalypse because itā€™s already hereĀ Ā Ā Ā  youĀ  can smell the fire in the city when itā€™s not on fireĀ  Ā  no doā€™s or donā€™tā€™s and all things open like books Ā  Ā Ā  the moon peers through the night smog like an eye in a bruised socket andĀ  Ā  Ā we all lose our salt in the shine, dying realistically
I remember say anything and count the seconds to make the seatbelt sign turn off and as he tears from the ground inside our hallway a toddler shouts SAILBOAT, THEREā€™S A SAILBOAT Ā  Ā  Ā  like we forgot it, pointing down Ā  Ā Ā 
the blue water peels more and more away and everyone ignores himĀ Ā Ā Ā  all my dreams are on the other side of sensations but how I feel bears only on frivolities Ā  Ā 
thanks to the toddler the sailboat is essential to the planeĀ Ā  Ā  Ā Ā  he screams all takeoff and I smile, washed of resentment Ā  Ā Ā  surrounded by sky
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