i knew you’d turn away.
i knew your face would end up nesting in my armpit.
i knew it’d be me watching the credits roll, and you, sobbing dry tears, saying
tell me: tell me this time, no one died.
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hush a wild violet
hush a band of gold
hush you're in a story
i heard somebody told
[...]
so hang down your head for sorrow,
hang down your head for me
hang down your head, hang down your head,
hang down your head marie
-Tom Waits
hush a band of gold
hush you're in a story
i heard somebody told
[...]
so hang down your head for sorrow,
hang down your head for me
hang down your head, hang down your head,
hang down your head marie
-Tom Waits
'hush a wild violet' is an off-shoot of 'room ten-oh-nine'.
More than a few of the poems published in 'hush a wild violet' stem from ideas I developed while writing pieces for 'room ten-oh-nine'. Likewise, I have found myself re-tracing themes in 'room ten-oh-nine' that have already appeared in 'hush a wild violet'.
As such, the two blogs are inextricable - and might simply be seen as different modes of representing the same image.
More than a few of the poems published in 'hush a wild violet' stem from ideas I developed while writing pieces for 'room ten-oh-nine'. Likewise, I have found myself re-tracing themes in 'room ten-oh-nine' that have already appeared in 'hush a wild violet'.
As such, the two blogs are inextricable - and might simply be seen as different modes of representing the same image.
About Me
- hushawildviolet
- "And I sing and sing of awful things / The pleasure that my sadness brings / As my fingers press onto the strings / In yet another clumsy chord Haligh haligh, an awful lie / This weight would now be satisfied / I'm gonna give you only one reply / I know not who I am" - Bright Eyes
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