Fai_Ryy
Discoholic šŖ©
DEAR READER
todays bird
Not today Justin
ojovivo
ellievsbear
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
ā
No title available
Xuebing Du
JVL
I'd rather be in outer space šø
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
One Nice Bug Per Day
art blog(derogatory)
Product Placement
we're not kids anymore.
Peter Solarz
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Indonesia
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United States
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@aphelionbruise
06/09/2024 // alm
[IMAGE TEXT: the skin flat & useless, your teeth like seam rippers / dragging a line from the body to the river
with my tongue in the water i can taste all of you
insects in your organs, crane flies & lacewings, /the sting at the base of my skull where you kiss me
you slip inside me and the poetry ceases- / skin slides off, mulm inside my jaw cracks open / and drifts with the current. oxygen, detritus, / diving beetles glittering with sun, your mouth]
02/21/2025 // aster laurel montor
[Image text: half-quiet, the hands / dragging a line from / shoulder-blade to hip / pushing me into the / mattress like some / road-killed bird, torn / wings waiting for the / mouth to clean my / blood from asphalt, / concrete, paved brick / your fingers on my / ripped throat, you / taxidermist repairing / the wound finding new / places to slip under the / skin & remake me]
WE ARE ALL SOMEONE'S MONSTER
Leigh Bardugo Six of Crows // Clarice Lispector A Hora de Estrela // ģ ė§ė„¼ ė³“ģė¤ I Saw the Devil (2010) dir. Kim Jeewoon // Emilie Autumn The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls // Alexandra Christo To Kill a Kingdom // John Flaxman Scylla // ģ ė§ė„¼ ė³“ģė¤ I Saw the Devil (2010) dir. Kim Jeewoon // unknown // Toi Derricotte A Note on My Son's Face; Captivity // unknown // Ethel Cain Ptolemaea // ģ ė§ė„¼ ė³“ģė¤ I Saw the Devil (2010) dir. Kim Jeewoon // @aphelionbruise // Anne Carson In Grief Lessons // ģ ė§ė„¼ ė³“ģė¤ I Saw the Devil (2010) dir. Kim Jeewoon
09/17/2024 // alm
transcription below the cut
two drafts of the same poem // alm
various fragments from june and july 2024 // alm
IMAGE TEXT:
I could so gently be lead to slaughter. fitting the knife inside myself, snaking the blood from my teeth
enough has been said about organs, fat, honeyed wine
I look at you. I look at you looking at me. I try to become you.
I listen to the same song for upwards of six weeks at a time
you cut open my wrist; i sigh/ & turn towards you
polyester bunched low on the hip
cigarette ash from the hollow of my throat to the tip of my chin
overgrown heartstrings cobweb around my rib cage
06/09/2024 // alm
[IMAGE TEXT: the skin flat & useless, your teeth like seam rippers / dragging a line from the body to the river
with my tongue in the water i can taste all of you
insects in your organs, crane flies & lacewings, /the sting at the base of my skull where you kiss me
you slip inside me and the poetry ceases- / skin slides off, mulm inside my jaw cracks open / and drifts with the current. oxygen, detritus, / diving beetles glittering with sun, your mouth]
06/08/2024 // alm
[IMAGE TEXT: your mouth gasping thank you / like i hadnāt wanted to do this anyways: / press hips to cheek / hand flat to the stomach // feel the things that move in my body / move in my body / archerfish in the bloodstream / spit pooling on the sheets between thighs]
put your heels back on party boy // alm
buy my book / donate to my ko-fi
transcript under the cut
Keep reading
11/12/21 // alm
8/26/22 // alm
[okay, stagelights. a dream. small bed. blue sheets. / & bring in the orchestra. play something with strings. / fingertips run from my shoulder to my wrist. / pause for two beats. watch the light shift. / hands push up my shirt. find the side of my neck / someone parts my legs like cutting clay / finds their way inside me. the shrieking of horsehair / the stage falls away. the bed falls away. / the orchestra, still, plays / wood splinters. i am naked on a dias / there is no blood underneath my fingernails / nothing else is there at all]
guy who has been posting poetry since he was 13/14 š
trying to get back into poetry again but just be aware thereās going to be a lot of bad poems before thereās any good ones
devotionals // alm
āļøāļøāļø This is about T4T sex āļøāļøāļø
[IMAGE TEXT: devotionals / for you, on my knees / your spit dripping out / of my mouth. iāll be / made to clean it off / your heels later- flat / broad strokes of the / tongue. you get me / frantic, pleading. but / for now, hands behind / my back. no restraints. / you like being the cage / no further reason to / obey except you asked / and i cannot deny you / nose pressed to curls / around your cock and / breathe you in so warm / and if you took teeth / to my throat what more / could i say except yes]
12/21/2023 // alm
First thing Iāve written since July
Image text: your heart is a thousand ghosts. every howl repeating over itself till it turns to tinnitus. the sound shift and reflects as you move: stay still. let the headache radiate through your sinuses and down. out. you light candles. you swallow sticks of incense. it all stays static. okay, okay. it all stays static
hey, just happened to remember a line from one of your poems and it got me wondering how have you been:) wondering if you still write n stuff, i hope im not intruding too much and have a nice day:)
Hey!! Not intruding at all.
To be honest with you I havenāt written much lately. I work full time doing prior authorizations for a doctorās office, and I also help run a rodent rescue (Tiny Whiskers Animal Rescue in Minnesota) which takes up most of the remainder of my free time.
Iād love to get back into writing more but I donāt have the energy most of the time.
I wrote this towards the end of july, though
love poem without comprehensibility // alm
