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That Little Lyon
An ardent writer, dreamer,
dancer and lover.
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by Miss Melissa Lyon
based in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
An ardent writer, dreamer,
dancer and lover.
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by Miss Melissa Lyon
based in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
O, Porcupine - mewithoutYou
without a queen the locust swarm
turned the ground to black
descending like a shadowy tower on a fish’s back
and scattered the sticks who crawled
like snakes in the sand
as the red clay took the form of a lizard
who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open
[while, in my little world…]
a speckled bird humbly inpired
ran across the road when it could have flown
and it made me smile
at the water’s edge, Babylon
we laid down and slept
as the river wept for you, O’ Zion!
the stones cry out,
bells shake the sky
all creation groans…
SHHHH!!!
<honestly, be quiet a while -
particularly outside>
listen to it!
messes of men in farmer poverty;
not much for monks but we pretend to be
share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile
gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity
I hold you in my fond but distant memory
while for the Mother Hen to gather me
who regretfully wrote,
“you have a decent ear for notes
but you can’t yet appreciate harmony.”
O’ porcupine perched low in the tree
your eyes to mine:
“you’d be well inclined not to mess with me.”
at the garden’s edge beneath a speechless sky
as his friends all slept
Jesus wept — and no wonder
and now you say you wanna be set free??
and wanna set me free???
well I’m told that can only come from
a union with the One who never dies
[while, in my little world, I patched a plaster wall
and in my little world, I was waiting (just dying!)
to take offence to something
this is all there is in my sad little world]
in darkness a light shines
on you and on me
I never gathered figs from a thorny branch,
I never picked a grapefruit off a bramble bush
and for the past five — almost six years now! -
you know you haven’t once looked at me
with kindness in your eyes
you say Judas is a brother of mine?
but sister in our darkness a light shines
and all I ever want to say for the rest of my life
is how that light is G-d,
and though I’ve been mistaken on this or that point,
that light is nevertheless G-d.
Illustrations by Kathleen Lolley
Bullet to Binary (Pt. Two) - mewithoutYou
Illustrations by Daniel Mackie
(Source: wormwoodshines, via donefeelinglikeaskeleton)
by Bright Eyes
I wish I saved up for rainy days
Cause they’re the hardest to be dry
I got no self control
I’m always begging into telephones
And then I, I bought a little from my brother’s friend,
Ya well, just to get me by
I don’t trust his cut
The effect’s never as high as the mark-up
I think I’ll print it in the personals that I’m looking for a match
Someone to light me up,
Someone to burn the proof of the things that I’ve done
Each day there’s hours I skip like a stone
I just crawl in a bag
I wanna live my life like somebody’s shadow
I know I’m lazy with the little things,
I mean I never held a door
But I still loved you more than anyone since or before
You are always saying that I owe you one,
Well, let’s consolidate this debt
Get on a payment plan, I’ll pay you compliments,
You can start treating me bad
But now it’s, now it’s easy, getting easier,
To leave you and this town behind
I’ll do some traveling
Once I’m gone tell all our friends you got even
I’m held like an object and then set aside
I’m, I’m back on the shelf, or I’m locked in the drawer
Now I’m mint in the box, but you’d still, you sell me for cost,
Wouldn’t you?
I’ll be anything
The cord of a parachute
I’ll be anything
The blanket on top of you
Oh, I’ll be anything
The window you’re looking through
And I’ll be anything
The cord of a parachute
Oh, I’ll be anything
The cord of a parachute
The cord of a parachute
