Who the hell is Bucky?
It’s possible I’m moving through the hard veins
of heavy mountains, like the ore does, alone;
I’m already so deep inside, I see no end in sight,
and no distance: everything is getting near
and everything getting near is turning to stone.
I still can’t see very far yet into suffering,—
so this vast darkness makes me small;
are you the one: make yourself powerful, break in:
so that your whole being may happen to me,
and to you may happen, my whole cry.
persephone speaks, by a.c.
"he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.”for emilydickensen
MYTHIC POETRY series:
This song is a cry for help: Help me! Only you, only you can, you are unique at last.
Alas, it is a boring song, but it works every time.
"Siren Song" — Margaret Atwood
Game Of Thrones in red/white
requested by happyslaps