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mari/marie - poetry/writing side blog, lover to all because it's all we have left

[alosersjournal]

INTRODUCTION

NOTE: Please don't repost my things anywhere!!!

ଳ su yi/kuko/marie ଳ they/she ଳ literally just a writer/poet ଳ main blog is @urlocalloser10191

ଳ what to expect in the future ଳ masterlist

[amwult]

my least favourite turn based strategy game is email

[alosersjournal]

fundamentals

i sit in the classroom as we count our abcs. the teacher goes over how to count to three. how to get over the feeling something is fundamentally wrong with you. how to brush your teeth right. how to dot your i's and know it's always more about the you's. how to feel the wind whipping down your face. how to draw a leaf. how to forgive someone. how to learn to love in old age. how to make new friends. how to

[alosersjournal]

the snow

the snow whips across my face as i fly down the mountain. nature's snow machine, my father jokes. i feel as though i cannot fall and that i will never die and that everything will be alright. but i suppose that's just a feeling one gets in the snow. the wind roars as i slice left and right, a predictable pattern. she's happy with my work. so am i.

we settle down in the lodge, sipping hot cocoa and giggling about powdered sugar and snow. you tuck your hair out of your face as you hold the cup close. this is the most beautiful thing we've done and i don't know if we'll do it again. i love you. the snow covers us now.

[alosersjournal]

it will pass

the lights are dim in the hallway as we walk by eachother. you were the worst person i ever met. you were the best person i never saw. water flows down me in peace the moment you pass. i will never see you again. or want to.

i round the corner and i pass you. you were everything to me. i try to slow down my steps, but time is a women eternally impatient. she will continue, no matter how much i try to shuffle my feet forwards. we pass and memories flash through my head. i feel the need to crash onto the floor and never get up again. but time is a woman eternally patient, so she waits, the world passing around us nonetheless. then we get up again, walking and turning corners and walking.

my best friend. my coach. my lover. my ex. my toxic friend. my teacher. my dad. they slip over me, and i will never be the same. it will pass. but i cannot let it.

[alosersjournal]

20 years

three little words lodged in my throat i'm holding them close could you try not to gloat?

and they say it would be easier to just breakup for me to find a new lover and to just go give up but i don't know if i can find someone who makes my heart flutter not after you 'cause after you

i've waited many days and i've said this before but i don't think it'd be easy to try to move on anymore because of you simply 'cause you

i'm a queen who now sits atop on a throne and it is never easy and i'm feeling alone how i miss you 20 years without you...

[alosersjournal]

alright, tomorrow i'm going to do some more writing. i'm done with applications, so i have more free time now...to worry about applications haha

[alosersjournal]

the display window

wow, just look at us two mannequins just staring frozen throughout time

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ଳ masterlist ଳ

note -> some of these poems will be in more than one category. this is because i feel they fit more than one of the categories. nn stands for no name(EX: nn.1, nn.2, etc). i'll try to update this periodically.

forms

contrapuntal poetry -> tree, the family death, goodnight, mom,

blackout poetry -> i think of you still, i love you, grandpa, sorry mom, when i grow up

haikus -> nn.4, the display window

prose poetry -> dogs, nn.6, nn.7, dear anna, come over, it will pass, the snow

mythology

icarus -> nn.2

odysseus and penelope -> 20 years

poems about:

queerness/love -> gardens, sun, living still, nn.1, i hid your letters, our spot <3, buttered toast, june, i think of you still, dear anna, come over, flight, fight, right, the display window, the snow

self reflection -> hungry, the window, trapped, sun, thirty days and thirty nights, living still, our spot <3, tree, waiting, the day after death, each age, june, PLEASE, time, nn.7, i think of you still, i love you, grandpa, sorry mom, when i grow up, the display window, it will pass

grief -> thirty days and thirty nights, the day after death, nn.6, the family death, goodnight, mom, i love you, grandpa

other -> nn.1, labour, waiting, nn.4, buttered toast, pomegranates, time, come over

web weaves

grieving -> nn.3

religion -> nn.5

romance -> we don't fit, on loving

[alosersjournal]

fight, flight, right

years from now you and i are found together a fossil in time a testament to our fight but not just that our love was there too can you hear the heartbeat?

we are running we've never done such a thing before but we are running and i need you to believe me that we have to don't give up yet, please keep holding on to what is ours.

i wake up in the bed half tangled around you we are interwoven still despite what one might say what one might jeer how one might laugh but they are one and we are two

the night is young we don't feel young press me up against the door hold me close keep me tight we have fought for this, you know

through traded smiles we recognize each other i've never known such yearning before but it blooms in my chest i never knew you could feel such a thing but i have to we have to

[spondeesoliloquy]

August 4

things fall together far too fast— bright and fierce illumination of a heart that had been lonely, of a shape not yet quite filled. From morning star to sunrise— my life so swift suffused with light.

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[jordanbolton]

'16 Scenes of You and Your Dad in Cars' - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out now! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[alosersjournal]

come over. i know it's late. come over. all our friends are leaving and drifting away and we only have today and tomorrow and i know that seems like a lot but it will pass too fast. can you hold me? do you feel me? i hear you. your voice echoes off the walls and someday i might not recall it. it seems improbable but i want to remember you forever. i want to remember this forever. i want to remember us forever.

everyone is splitting apart. the branches of our tree that took so long to grow cannot stand the test of time. our hourglass' sand is spilling down and holding us, but it is only so long till the glass breaks, spreading our grains all across the world. late night discussions replaced. we won't have long. so i beg you. let me have tonight. give us tonight. have the grace and the love to come over. we can rest today. and it may seem weird but nothing could be the same. you're echoing and i'm bouncing and the fact i could never see you again is too close. it cuts into my heart, you know? i hear yours. it's still beating. so is mine. keep it close, if you can. so come over. i know it's late, but please. entertain me. come over.

[willjulep]

Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

[robobrat]

"They're occupational hazards," you tell me, as I kiss along a silvered line below your shoulder.

Your body is a tapestry - stories marked and healed into your flesh, and you remember them all. I ask after them, tonight, as we lie in bed together. Some are aged - pocks from a childhood malady, or a scrape from your time as a squire, but...

Most of them are from your time in my service. Blows you took in my stead, wounds from which you have spared me. Each one a testament to your devotion. (This is your duty - you'd accepted it willingly, but I wish I could spare you all the same.)

A burn, drawn tight, faded pink, and licking up past your elbow. "Still never found out what started the fire," you say. You weren't stationed at the stables, that night, but you'd rushed in anyway, pulled my beloved mare to safety, spared me the heartache of losing her. (Instead I worried for you, but you endured my doting so patiently.) Two kisses here, then, as thanks - from her, and from me.

A clean, white line from one end of your palm to the other. Echoes of a double-edge dashed across your fingertips. "...The attempt on your life," you murmur, quiet. I remember this one - could not possibly forget. You had caught their blade in one hand, stunned them with the other. You saved my life. (You wanted to return to duty as soon as you left the physician's ward, too, hand stitched and wrapped.) A press of lips, and a reassuring squeeze.

A half-dozen grooves, short-slashed along your ribs. I... do not remember these. And you haven't told me about them, have you? I glance up at you, questioning, but you cut your eyes away, sheepish. "Tavern brawl. ...Was protectin' your honor."

Protecting my honor. The image of you, riled up at a comment against me, taking on an entire tavern for my sake --

Oh, precious knight. I am helplessly, hopelessly enamoured with you.

A half-dozen smiled kisses, then, firm and warm, then up, up, up to your lips. How lucky I am to have you. How honored I am to be served by you. Your devotion is a gift - one I will cherish forever.

[alosersjournal]

this isn't a poem but uh

on some of my recent poems I've gotten rly positive feedback so i just wanted to say thank you <3

more poetry coming soon !