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Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy by diddles25, literature
Literature
Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy
In the age before Europeans invaded the lands
Of the Puyallup, Klickitat, Cowlitz, and Yakama Nations,
The Mountains now known as Mount Hood,
Mount Adams, and Mount St. Helens
Were the actors in an unfortunate love-triangle;
The Klickitat tell the tale of
Two young chieftains who are brothers at war with each other,
Of Tyhee Saghalie, the Chief of the Gods
Of the Klickitat Nation, and a young woman
Who tended the fire for both nations
But who could not choose between the brothers.
And the tale begins at what is now called “The Dalles”…
A long time past, in a younger world, life is good and people are happy.
The Great Spiri
My boyfriend broke up with me
My toe hurts
I lost my football game
I have too much homework
I hate life!
STOP
the whining
the complaining
the fussing
the moaning
Just live this short thing called life
Tales Of The Drunk And Healthy by Ceasarman, literature
Literature
Tales Of The Drunk And Healthy
Hiding away,
The instruments of my own despise,
Waiting for something or someone
To strip me sane.
Typecast in the lonely night light,
Staying in the lonely brain,
Take these solemn advices
And see what there is to gain.
Summation of the dull sensation
To be falling free,
Tales of the drunk and healthy,
All to escape from me.
Running away,
From deathly stares of my own dark eyes.
Waiting for no one and nothing
To come my way.
Hate bound and border de-brief,
Holding in the boarders time,
Through the yellows spies
I'm taken through the buttered fields
Laying in to watch the brain.
Oh Mother.
Tell me more.
Oh Mother
I Don't Even..? I Mean.. What? by Ceasarman, literature
Literature
I Don't Even..? I Mean.. What?
Turning the pages,
Like a clockwork screw...
The words don't work,
But neither should you.
Confused and silent,
In the winters content...
Sentence fail.
Words are no flag to sail.
'Not these' the people cry.
What people am I?
Black blotched from blinkered eye...
Wake up in the morning,
See the fool come by.
I, you, see my thoughts,
The enter, come, gone to me...
In paper I appoint thee,
A disappointing memory.
My eyes are shut, I cannot know,
The lines are twisted and overgrown,
Each word is larger...
Continuous thought in re warmonger.
Just shut up.
I want the last word.
So have it.
There.
You left me behind without a thought,
Gone long before I knew you.
You were the first to hurt me,
And far from the last.
I have no memories of you,
And only thoughts of hate.
I have no name to call you,
For your only ties to me are of blood,
No love,
No help,
Nothing from you,
The man who is supposedly to be my father.
Near 20 years of ignorance,
Yet I gave up on you after five.
You ignored my youth
And my existence.
Shall I ever even see you,
In a passing glance, perchance?
I used to think and wish.
Friends talk not of their fathers,
For fear of hurting me.
But I don't begrudge them their feelings,
No, for I only should