so precious
those moments
we were together
there
dark
in the dark
I held you forever
and you took my hand
help
somebody wake me up
I think I'm stuck in
last night
you told me your secrets
you fed my soul
as we lay there
our heads together
dark
in the dark
laying on some neighbor's grass
and oh, fuck it now
when a car came
help somebody wake me up
I think I'm stuck in
last night
well I'm leaving
and you're "moving on"
and I just cried for you
dark
in the dark
for all we had
it's gone
but help
somebody wake me up
I think I'm stuck in
last night
By: Theadora
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Solstice Prayer
Thirteen candles/phases of the moon/
praise the Goddess
"light one candle"
one by one, we went up
"this is a candle for all the women who have ever been here"
"for the young feminists, picking up the torch"
"for poverty"
"for discrimination"
"for someone to replace Bush in the next election"
i went up
in this circle of love and strength, i lit a candle
"for all the victims of sexual assault, spoken and unspoken"
the women beckoned me back later --
"did you see? did you see?"
my candle
half burned/dripping/short among tall/flames/fire with anguish
in a circle of thirteen, mine
like a sign a scar
stood out pleading crying
whispered no, shouted, "this too shall pass"
phases of the moon/o matriarch/help/peace -- 2003
By: Theadora
praise the Goddess
"light one candle"
one by one, we went up
"this is a candle for all the women who have ever been here"
"for the young feminists, picking up the torch"
"for poverty"
"for discrimination"
"for someone to replace Bush in the next election"
i went up
in this circle of love and strength, i lit a candle
"for all the victims of sexual assault, spoken and unspoken"
the women beckoned me back later --
"did you see? did you see?"
my candle
half burned/dripping/short among tall/flames/fire with anguish
in a circle of thirteen, mine
like a sign a scar
stood out pleading crying
whispered no, shouted, "this too shall pass"
phases of the moon/o matriarch/help/peace -- 2003
By: Theadora
I Talk About Sticking My Fingers Down There But There's No Fucking
I looked at my vagina today. Tchaikovsky playing in the background, looking out, IN to this mass of tissue. I've never done that before.
Parents were gone. I put on music that described me, so I put on Tchaikovsky. I looked at my
vagina today. I didn't expect it to be oh so red. Oh, I was in.
I'm not sure if I found my clit or not.
But I remember that I usually hate staring myself down in mirrors -- so much fat, but my pussy...
now that was interesting.
it was quick, but sweet.
Listened to that concerto
while doing my
'discovering'
I had the perfect mirror.
Oh God! Oh!
Wymyn, I looked at my vagina today
I saw myself
and
you.
"Other???" "More than like???" "White middle class hippie feminist oppression?" -- DEAR LORD! The last thing I would want anyone to say to be after sex is, "now that was interesting." Interesting to note that during this time I was the skinniest I have been in my short life, so I don't know where all the fat I was bitchin' about came from. "Oh God! Oh!" should be, well, I don't know. (2003)
By: Theadora
Parents were gone. I put on music that described me, so I put on Tchaikovsky. I looked at my
vagina today. I didn't expect it to be oh so red. Oh, I was in.
I'm not sure if I found my clit or not.
But I remember that I usually hate staring myself down in mirrors -- so much fat, but my pussy...
now that was interesting.
it was quick, but sweet.
Listened to that concerto
while doing my
'discovering'
I had the perfect mirror.
Oh God! Oh!
Wymyn, I looked at my vagina today
I saw myself
and
you.
"Other???" "More than like???" "White middle class hippie feminist oppression?" -- DEAR LORD! The last thing I would want anyone to say to be after sex is, "now that was interesting." Interesting to note that during this time I was the skinniest I have been in my short life, so I don't know where all the fat I was bitchin' about came from. "Oh God! Oh!" should be, well, I don't know. (2003)
By: Theadora
you're here
you're here
i bare my chest
you're here with a henna kit
and as I lay down, you draw a
picture on my abdomen.
in my eyes, i reflect blue skies
free palestine protests, having him
and his girlfriend cheer me on from the bus
while i was standing on the
ledge by the Christmas tree.
you're busy with your work
marking me up aware that i am
here with my shirt off? letting you/entrusting
your hands to paint my body
that thickness dissolving my stomach? love?
yes, i feel you molding my skin, not for lust or eroticism, but for
into a platonic heart. later, it turns into a burnmark.
"more than like," -- 2003 -- I wrote this about ANOTHER person after I had a dream about him. I wanted to express my friendship. Needless to say, this caused more tension.
By: Theadora
i bare my chest
you're here with a henna kit
and as I lay down, you draw a
picture on my abdomen.
in my eyes, i reflect blue skies
free palestine protests, having him
and his girlfriend cheer me on from the bus
while i was standing on the
ledge by the Christmas tree.
you're busy with your work
marking me up aware that i am
here with my shirt off? letting you/entrusting
your hands to paint my body
that thickness dissolving my stomach? love?
yes, i feel you molding my skin, not for lust or eroticism, but for
into a platonic heart. later, it turns into a burnmark.
"more than like," -- 2003 -- I wrote this about ANOTHER person after I had a dream about him. I wanted to express my friendship. Needless to say, this caused more tension.
By: Theadora
My Body
My Body
is what I haven't been able
to fit in to
lately.
That dress, those jeans.
I'm "too curvy"
for these people.
A part of me wants to
ask him:
am I too fat?
too feminist?
is there too much dyke
in me for a guy like you?
you moved on. i moved locations.
Once you told me your secrets --
never the same.
I want to go home and just burn my mirrors
because the patriarchal society is getting
me down again. It's just the typical female thing.
"white middle class hippie feminist oppression" "i am alone and no one understands my pain" -- 2003 This was written about someone who was supposed to be only a friend and I know at the time I meant it in a completely platonic manner. Needless to say, the poem caused a bit of confusion.
By: Theadora
is what I haven't been able
to fit in to
lately.
That dress, those jeans.
I'm "too curvy"
for these people.
A part of me wants to
ask him:
am I too fat?
too feminist?
is there too much dyke
in me for a guy like you?
you moved on. i moved locations.
Once you told me your secrets --
never the same.
I want to go home and just burn my mirrors
because the patriarchal society is getting
me down again. It's just the typical female thing.
"white middle class hippie feminist oppression" "i am alone and no one understands my pain" -- 2003 This was written about someone who was supposed to be only a friend and I know at the time I meant it in a completely platonic manner. Needless to say, the poem caused a bit of confusion.
By: Theadora
Ode to Walt Whitman
I sit in the bath reading "Children of Adam" again
sometimes you make me uneasy, O Walt.
Your sweeping love as a man -- not all have the
privilege to love as you do.
I sit in the bath reading "Children of Adam" again
been collecting grass on all our hikes -- invoking
that Whitman spirit. natural high.
I'm careful that the book doesn't get wet, which is silly of me
coz Romantics are meant to get dirty.
In class -- when they ask
about why Whitman pulls my
heart strings, I couldn't tell a story about
sex/gender/nature/nurture/women/man/another altogether/fluidity
To love and not be labeled. To exist and not be labeled.
To be an expression of natural gender and sexuality.
By: Theadora
sometimes you make me uneasy, O Walt.
Your sweeping love as a man -- not all have the
privilege to love as you do.
I sit in the bath reading "Children of Adam" again
been collecting grass on all our hikes -- invoking
that Whitman spirit. natural high.
I'm careful that the book doesn't get wet, which is silly of me
coz Romantics are meant to get dirty.
In class -- when they ask
about why Whitman pulls my
heart strings, I couldn't tell a story about
sex/gender/nature/nurture/women/man/another altogether/fluidity
To love and not be labeled. To exist and not be labeled.
To be an expression of natural gender and sexuality.
By: Theadora
The Bath Poem
I'm shining now. On the bus.
Hearing her voice. Imagining
a genderless lover.
Society
pins me up, locks me down m/f/m/f,
but I'm shining for the orgasms that are
safe to have in my bedroom.
With my parents close.
Shining.
"More than Like,"
O.k., so while I didn't have a lover, let alone a genderless lover -- and while it's creeepy that I talk about orgasms in the same poem as my parents, this poem was very important. You see, I had been reading a lot of Walt Whitman and discovered that I didn't have to like only girls. And through Walt Whitman's poetry, I realized that the discomfort I felt around actually being a girl was o.k. So Whitman, man, was a big step forward in claiming myself. I didn't recognize this at the time, though. Actually, I wrote "stupid fuckass poem" underneath it.
By: Theadora
Hearing her voice. Imagining
a genderless lover.
Society
pins me up, locks me down m/f/m/f,
but I'm shining for the orgasms that are
safe to have in my bedroom.
With my parents close.
Shining.
"More than Like,"
O.k., so while I didn't have a lover, let alone a genderless lover -- and while it's creeepy that I talk about orgasms in the same poem as my parents, this poem was very important. You see, I had been reading a lot of Walt Whitman and discovered that I didn't have to like only girls. And through Walt Whitman's poetry, I realized that the discomfort I felt around actually being a girl was o.k. So Whitman, man, was a big step forward in claiming myself. I didn't recognize this at the time, though. Actually, I wrote "stupid fuckass poem" underneath it.
By: Theadora
My Womanifesto
my cunt is for me
i'll wear my sexual assault awareness ribbon
keep track of my Plathian tendencies
be sexy
and unafraid
my womanness
will shine
my lesbianism will go unafraid
i am loved
self-protecting
bashing the shitheads
day by day
who am i?
ask.
yes, oh yes.
"White Middle Class Hippie Feminist Oppression," "Fuck You"
By: Theadora
i'll wear my sexual assault awareness ribbon
keep track of my Plathian tendencies
be sexy
and unafraid
my womanness
will shine
my lesbianism will go unafraid
i am loved
self-protecting
bashing the shitheads
day by day
who am i?
ask.
yes, oh yes.
"White Middle Class Hippie Feminist Oppression," "Fuck You"
By: Theadora
Untitled
A blank canvas
stripped
my short-sleeved pretty blouse
looks horrible because
of cuts on my arms
People in my class
describing cutting on MTV.
By: Theadora
stripped
my short-sleeved pretty blouse
looks horrible because
of cuts on my arms
People in my class
describing cutting on MTV.
By: Theadora
Untitled
i cant rite a coherent line, love
cant rite what comes after a
comma, cant form those complexities
chill, baby, i'll see you tomorrow
i just cant weave my way around the natural
order -- telling of beads
"More Than Like" -- I don't remember who I wrote this about, and I don't remember why the natural order reveals the telling of beads.
By: Theadora
cant rite what comes after a
comma, cant form those complexities
chill, baby, i'll see you tomorrow
i just cant weave my way around the natural
order -- telling of beads
"More Than Like" -- I don't remember who I wrote this about, and I don't remember why the natural order reveals the telling of beads.
By: Theadora
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