#poem is daddy by sylvia plath
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ivynightshade · 9 months ago
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little girl, you'll grow up, but the malice on your tongue will forever be the words of your father. / every time he opens his mouth, you think it's to shout. it's not. // what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame is a girl’s second skin.’
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lovingsylvia · 28 days ago
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“The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year“
Sylvia Plath, from "Daddy" , 12 October 1962
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poeticphoria · 4 days ago
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ME.
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moxndust · 18 days ago
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Lost Blood
the lost daughter of
Sylvia Plath.
who am I?
we share the same Daddy
we watch the figs rot together.
lost colourful dust
we could've molded it
she
could have
who is she?
who am I?
if my blood is
red
why are my veins
blue?
i don't trust my eyes
or my mind
they can't seek
the one thing I've lost
where's my Daddy?
such a rotten fig
squeezed in my fingers,
oozing blood.
i don't trust my eyes
or my lost blood
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razorsadness · 4 days ago
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Every woman adores a Fascist,    The boot in the face, the brute    Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,    In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot    But no less a devil for that, no not    Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you.    At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
—Sylvia Plath, from “Daddy”
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cherryqueen88 · 2 months ago
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My fig tree
I want to be everything yet nothing at the same time
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r1errr · 4 months ago
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b0yint3rrupt3d · 1 year ago
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The Poem that started it all
Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath
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fornpt1 · 8 months ago
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Sylvia Plath🩶🩶🦢🦢🦢
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delicadelittledoll · 11 months ago
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if you hold me without hurting me, you will be the first who ever did.
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lauriemarch · 2 years ago
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it's national poetry month. thank you poems for sometimes saving my life when i need it the most
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tanniesluvsworld · 1 year ago
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Whenever I think of a better life
You always leave me behind
And I am finally able to smile
So I truly apologize
For dreaming of a better life
Without you by my side
ر . ك
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gorgeous-gorgeous-girlz · 1 year ago
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this is why i cant be be I'm too much and too little and they will never understand
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devilsadvcate · 7 months ago
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I cried about my father for the first time yesterday—
Or, at least it felt like the first.
The way the sobs continued pouring from my chest felt like the only time I’d ever cried;
It felt like the only source of sadness in the world at the time, and I singlehandedly carried it all.
Well, it might as well have been the first time I cried for my father, because the shock was that of a newcomer:
Who else but a stranger could have expected anything different from my dad?
an original by me
^_^
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irmakriv · 7 months ago
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hypersexualitat · 1 year ago
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i always have a heavy heart heavy heart and everyday hitting heavy ground i like falling falling till i see nothing i see nothing and i still see everything except you
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