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✉ My soul was never meant to be sober so I stay high on spilled ink ✒ https://xxfilesblog.wordpress.com
October 6, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

This is our costume.
We are homicidal maniacs
or haven't you heard?
It's all the rage these days.
The whole country is a loaded gun
with hands reaching out with Bibles and well wishes
but mouths dripping with poison.
We stand divided by race,
by politics,
by religion,
by everything that we use to label ourselves
And set ourselves apart from the crowd.
Dawn breaks and we pretend it's a new day
but we keep living the same nightmare
over again and again.
We're all monsters pretending to care,
pretending we want a better world
all the while perpetrating a culture of hate.

- Melodee Korff // A Country Of Monsters

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 5, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

They said a kiss could wake the dead
if it came from true love.
They said magic was real
if you wore rags.
They said that the Prince rescued the Princess
if she was beautiful.
They said stars held wishes at the edge of dusk
if you wanted something badly enough.
But it turns out that life isn't a Disney movie.
It's more of a Grim fairy tale on steroids.

-Melodee Korff // They Said

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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October 4, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

We're all a little weird, all a little odd
Collecting memories like trophies
And wearing relationships like garments

Hearts become prizes
Their husks just a formality
Their shadows living in the forest of our wretched bones

We waltz in and out of lives
Like the world revolves around us
Daring everyone to make staying worthwhile

And when our own hearts are taken
And placed on mantels with pride
We light up the night sky like supernovas

And when the mantel collects a week's quiet dust
And our hearts become forgotten relics
Our tears become storms they name

And still we do the same thing to others
And we see nothing wrong with the cycle we're caught in
Loving and leaving and forgetting ...

WORLD DAY OF BULLYING PREVENTION
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October 3, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Her voice stabbed at the space between us
and in that moment
the illusion of her love fell away,
making my blood run cold
and my little heart break like a dry, brittle bone.
She opened her mouth
and let her last words to me
fall on my ears like bombs
and walked out of the room,
out of my life
as I sobbed,
my screams permeating the universe
as I pleaded with my mother to stay,
as I begged for her love.

-Melodee Korff // Little Girls With Big Broken Hearts

WORLD DAY OF BULLYING PREVENTION
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October 2, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I myself am strange and unusual
much like the sky
that holds itself over my head
like a price to be paid
as it bursts at the seams
with stars laden with wishes
and I'm dancing beneath them
like I'm trying to summon rain
from the infinite darkness
but all I really want
is the chance
to catch the stars in my hands
and hold them captive in jars
and force them to grant the wishes
they've held hostage for generations.

-Melodee Korff // Wish Me This

WORLD DAY OF BULLYING PREVENTION
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October 2, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I can send my thoughts and prayers to those left behind in the wake of yet another act of terror.
I can post my support and give my blood
But I can't stop the violence on my own.

I can grieve with you in this time of immense sadness.
I can shed my tears and join you in protests
But I can't stop the violence on my own.

I can fight for more strict gun laws.
I can stand by you and search for meaning
But I can't stop the violence on my own.

I can raise my daughter to know that violence is never the answer.
I can teach love and condemn hate
But I can't stop the violence on my own.

-Melodee Korff // Stop The Violence

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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October 1, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

The winds begin their subtle change
As the trees shed their leaves
And the voices of those long gone call out to us,
"They all fall down."

The animals prepare for end of days
As the sun fades more quickly from the sky
And the voices of those long gone call out to us,
"They all fall down."

Death makes its triumphant return
In shades of crimson and burnt golds
And the voices of those long gone call out to us,
"They all fall down."

The air grows icy fingers
That wrap around our necks like scarves
And the voices of those long gone call out to us,
"They all fall down."

Autumn dances around us
Reminding us of our own mortality
And the voices of those long gone call out to us,
"They all fal...

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 30, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Broken is just another word for beautiful
for we've all heard it said
that there is no beauty without pain.
So we break our own hearts
and put our scars on display
and hurt openly and willingly
all in the hopes of finding the beauty
that was promised
to the diamond in the rough
and the ugly duckling.

-Melodee Korff // Broken and Beautiful

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 29, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Before I was yours
I was hers.
She ushered me into the world with cries of pain
And spent years punishing me for ruining her life
Until she handed me over to the state.

Before I was yours
I was theirs.
They used me as a meal ticket,
A punching bag for their fists and their words,
And engrained in me that I'd never amount to anything.

Before I was yours
I was hers.
She took the small seed of hope left in me
And uprooted it from my heart
Like it was a hideous weed.

Before I was yours
I was his.
He taught me that love was harsh
And shown with fists
And sapphire bruises.

Then I was yours
And you took me just as I was and loved me
And helped me untangle my life
And taught me that love wasn'...

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 27, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Love me like you’re drunk,
Like you fucking mean it,
Like you won’t leave me guessing
For one more moment.

Love me like you want me,
Like you damn well need me,
Like you don’t know the meaning 
Of subtlety. 

Love me like you own me,
Like you’ve fought to get me,
Like you want to keep me
For all of eternity.

Love me like you’re mine,
Like you want the world to know it,
Like we are only dreaming
With our eyes wide open.

Love me like you're desperate,
Like you can't live without me,
Like you're going crazy
Without my kisses.

Love me like the gloves are off,
Like we’ve never been broken,
Like I leave you tipsy
With every word between us.

Come on and dare to love me!

- Melodee Korff // Love...

LOVE NOTE DAY
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September 26, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I was born with my toes in the dirt
and open skies in my eyes,
stretched out on the bed of a pickup truck,
driving way out in the middle of nowhere
with wind in my hair,
passing fields of sunflowers
and wheat so gold I could have worn it on my finger
with the promise of forever.
I was made for wide open spaces
and oceans of stars.
My zipcode may be in the heart of the city nowadays
but I was born with country swimming in my veins
and it's calling me home.

-Melodee Korff // Country Girl

LOVE NOTE DAY
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September 25, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I woke up with a smile
pressed against my lips
and as my feet hit the ground
I reached down to pick up my life,
the one I'd so carelessly
thrown to the floor last night
when I hit rock bottom.
And I knew, as I tried it back on for size,
that regardless of what lay in wait
outside my front door,
I'd choose this life again and again
every morning I was blessed to wake up.

-Melodee Korff // Picking Up My Life

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 24, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

We wanted something that would last
So we gave each other our bodies
But time wilted our skin and bent our backs and waited patiently for us at our graves -
Taking our bodies from us,
No longer ours to give.

We wanted something that would last
So we gave each other our hearts
But its beats were limited and grew inconsensent and eventually the metronome in our chest stopped altogether -
Taking our hearts from us,
No longer ours to give.

We wanted something that would last
So we gave each other our promises
But words grew heavy as we grew weak and the pages they were once pressed between yellowed with age and disintegrated -
Taking our promises from us,
No longer ours to give.

We wanted some...

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 22, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Let me preface this by saying that this is not a poem. These are just thoughts that have been on my mind because of recent events. That being said, here goes. I read a book over the summer called Why Bad Things Happen to Good People by Harold Kushner. It changed the way I viewed my faith, the way I view suffering, the way I pray, the way I view my past. It changed me. It changed everything. I keep seeing articles and posts everywhere about all these natural disasters being God's way of punishing us. It paints the picture of a vindictive and petty God. Who wants to worship a God like that? I know I don't. There was a time in my life when I was so angry at God. I was brought up to believe that ...

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 22, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

She slipped out of her insecurities
like she slipped out of her panties:
baring it all,
tossing her shame aside,
and embracing her glorious vulnerability.

-Melodee Korff // In The Nude

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 22, 2017
 

I've chased this pain,
hunted it down,
stalked it for three long years.
I've hired private doctors,
specialists of all kinds,
treating them like hitmen
as I ordered them to take it out,
putting a hit out on the pain
with a bounty on its head
for everything I was, am, and ever will be worth.
I've never once hidden in the shadows,
cowering away from it.
I've gone out, clawing tooth and nail,
fighting for my life,
advocating for myself when no one else would.
And until this pain is put down
and executed for its crimes
- for molesting my body, kidnapping my joy, and holding my future hostage -
you'll find me here, still in the heat of battle:
worse for wear
but unwilling to give t...

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 19, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

A year ago today I lost my son, my precious Jordan. It's been a year and the pain is still raw. The tears still flow at the drop of a hat. My heart still aches fiercely. It's been a year and the grief is still new. My sadness is still monumental. My womb continues to ache with the desire to birth life again. It's been a year and every time I see a baby bump my throat grows a boulder and my tears grow rivers, every time I see a baby my heart breaks anew. My grief is still bigger than my joy for others. It's been a year and though everyone else has moved on and put him out of mind, he is still written on all of my thoughts. There is no pain in my life that compares to losing a child and for the...

INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE
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September 18, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I am. I am. I am.
I am so much more than my body, than my past, than my disease.
I am more than the words I write, the books I read, the songs I sing, the people I love.
I am more than my smile, my tears, my laughter, my fears.
I am more than a woman, a wife, a mother.
I am more.
I am. I am. I am.

- Melodee Korff // I Am More

INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE
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September 15, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

It's been said a time or two
that an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
and though I can't attest to that fact
I will swear by this instead:
a poem a day,
in whatever form you bleed your ink,
keeps the depression at bay.

- Melodee Korff // A Poem A Day

GREENPEACE DAY
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September 14, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

And darling,
when you fall in love,
fall in love with someone
whose bad habits
you won't mind inheriting.
Fall in love with someone
whose mannerisms you won't mind picking up.
Fall in love with someone you won't mind becoming. Because, darling, you'll find bits of him in you:
good and bad.
You'll learn from him
and he from you
so when you fall in love,
fall in love with someone
who will bring out the best in you.

-Melodee Korff // When You Fall In Love

GREENPEACE DAY
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September 13, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Most days I do okay. I make it through the day without anxiety, depression, the chronic pain holding me back. Most days I manage well enough. Then there are days like today when I lose it; when my weakened immune system takes a hit and I have to go to the doctor yet again. I've been running a fever off and on for a couple of weeks now. First we treated a kidney infection and then last night there was noticeable swelling of my nose and eye and I went in this afternoon to find that one, I have cellulitis in my nose and two, that my vision, which already sucks, has gotten progressively worse. So, obviously not good news but I was taking it all in stride. It's just part of the spoonie life, right...

POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 12, 2017
 

Brave looks beautiful on you
With flint in your eyes,
Steel in your jaw,
And iron in your steps.
I know you're scared.
Hell, so am I.
But when I see you don your courage
Like your favorite dress
I know that nothing in this world
Has the power to hold you back.
Brave looks damn good on you!

-Melodee Korff // Brave Looks Good On You

POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 12, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Thought of the Day

I feel like Presidents should have a probation period and if the American people are unsatisfied with their performance then they can give the President the boot and re-elect someone more competent. Four years is a long time to live with a mistake.

-Melodee Korff

POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 11, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

There's a monster that comes to bed with me every night wedging itself between my husband and I, creating a divide so great I don't know if we'll ever be able to cross it and find our way back to one another. It holds me hostage from all the things I once enjoyed, beating the smile right off my face. It throws me in a cage of self contempt and tosses the keys at me and watches as I struggle to reach them through the bars of steel, right there but right out of grasp. The monster mocks my feeble attempts and I find myself cowering in the corner, my face in my hands, tears streaming down my face. It's quiet in the way it destroys me: little by little so people don't notice right away but it does...

NEVER FORGET
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September 9, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I tuck her in every night
with a smile playing on my lips
as she asks for just one more story,
one more kiss,
one more lullaby.
And I can't say no to those big blue eyes
and that dimples chin.
One more story.
One more kiss.
One more lullaby.
Because I know one of these times
when she asks for
just one more
it's going to be the
last time
and then it will be me asking for
just one more.

-Melodee Korff // Just One More

PARDON DAY
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September 7, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Never in my life
have my hands
felt the unbearable weight
of being empty
as the day she let go of my hand
to wave goodbye
as she crossed the street
all by herself.
Why didn't anyone warn me
about all the times my heart
would get broken
as I watched the marvel
of my daughter
growing up?

-Melodee Korff // The Weight of Empty Hands

PARDON DAY
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September 5, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

Your mouth
is not a
cemetery
but still it can
bury you
six feet under

-Melodee Korff // Six Feet Under

INTERNATIONAL CHARITY DAY
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September 2, 2017
Albuquerque, United States

I shed my skin
again and again
hoping that underneath
one of these layers
I'll find a version of myself
that I can love enough
to stop trying to change it
to fit into these four walls
we call home

-Melodee Korff // Fitting In

BARBARA BARTKIEWICZ
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August 25, 2017
 

Leave me to bleed.
Leave me to morn.
Another month of failure.
Another month of sorrow.
Another month of an empty womb.
Leave me to bleed.
Leave me to morn.

-Melodee Korff // Leave Me

NATIONAL DOG DAY
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