from stardust we came, to stardust we will return.

some being of scattered words and stars

[astralravens]

trophic cascade

[astralravens]

sometimes, I dream of rolling fields

that tumble into sapphire ocean,

of fish that glitter and sea salt air;

a home beneath a summer sky,

an orange tree still bearing fruit.

I dream of your garden beside it,

tomatoes and strawberries and nasturtiums;

you let the dandelions grow between the cracks,

butter-yellow then wispy-gray to

dance in clouds in the breeze.

the sunshine shaped like glass windows

traces the kitchen floor, the counters,

a half-eaten orange sitting in light—

I dream that you allow me to consume you

in that soft, slow way of age;

I dream of a love where you allow me

to love you like mold loves an orange.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[astralravens]

the stars, like dust

[16tinyfrogs]

just warmth, just home

this is a poem about artemis the goddess of the wild, and artemis II the space mission, and how i think the places where the beauty of nature is most clearly shown to you are the places where you can separate yourself from the noise that we make as humans. i love you artemis ii

[16tinyfrogs]

just warmth, just home

this is a poem about artemis the goddess of the wild, and artemis II the space mission, and how i think the places where the beauty of nature is most clearly shown to you are the places where you can separate yourself from the noise that we make as humans. i love you artemis ii

[astralravens]

my love, tell me again about that dream,

the one of gentle kisses under the [evening star];

the moon is beautiful tonight, and I am

fifty-one hundred miles from my home.

beloved, you [who gathers] such tenderness for me,

tell me again about how [everything] is made

of love—let me wake up to the [shining dawn]

by your side, let me count the stars [scattered]

in your honeyed hair and sunlit words. my dearest,

I’m fifty-one hundred miles from my heart

and I think I’ll let [you] keep it if you promise

to [bring] it home at the end of [the] day;

if you promise to come home to me,

fifty-one hundred miles across the sea.

[astralravens]

To the rabbit-girl

Let me tell you a secret: there is still a piece of me lingering in the amber of childhood. It’s there in the hum of your throat when you sing, slightly off-key and off-beat. The gold of your hair as the sunlight spun the soft strands. The way you laughed like it was bubbling out of you. The macaroni-and-glitter picture frames, your name scrawled in pink, the rabbits you adored doodled in corners. The secrets exchanged in the dark inside pillow forts that I still hold in my teeth, in the hollow of my molars. You spill out between my fingers like sand. My necklace’s heart charm has been missing a half for seven years. I’m still chasing your memory like the beginning of a song I’ve forgotten. Happiness is the reminder of your grin. Let me tell you the truth: I still wear the necklace. I still cut apples into rabbits. Still, that golden light, spilling out of the cracks of time. Which is to say, I will always love you.

[astralravens]

the ghost of my mother's future haunts my childhood home

she hovers in the seams of the floorboards, a heart

beating beneath me like a haunting; she rattles at the

pictures on the wall of my mother’s young, unlined smile. 

she cries quietly like something unraveling and

I know she is every moment that never came, 

every future she could not hold; dying again and again

in soft dreams that linger only for a moment. 

she lives on my mother’s tongue, in the curled unspoken

and the sting of the empty space in her bed; 

sometimes she sits beside me as I sleep, 

singing softly so as not to wake the ache. 

I’m sorry, mama, I did not mean to be a reminder 

of the ghost that haunts our home; I know you look 

at my face and see her eyes—I know I am her grave.

you tell me I love you like I am already leaving.  

mama, I promise even as I am holding you tight, 

I try to be light; lighter than your grief. I know her dreams

still send soft pangs like milk teeth, like growing pains.

I hope one day she will find her way home, 

and you will stop loving like your heart is breaking; 

mama, I hope it is enough.

[mosseal]

this is such a sad poem can ilick you

[astralravens]

Yes! I’m liking it

[astralravens]

the ghost of my mother's future haunts my childhood home

she hovers in the seams of the floorboards, a heart

beating beneath me like a haunting; she rattles at the

pictures on the wall of my mother’s young, unlined smile. 

she cries quietly like something unraveling and

I know she is every moment that never came, 

every future she could not hold; dying again and again

in soft dreams that linger only for a moment. 

she lives on my mother’s tongue, in the curled unspoken

and the sting of the empty space in her bed; 

sometimes she sits beside me as I sleep, 

singing softly so as not to wake the ache. 

I’m sorry, mama, I did not mean to be a reminder 

of the ghost that haunts our home; I know you look 

at my face and see her eyes—I know I am her grave.

you tell me I love you like I am already leaving.  

mama, I promise even as I am holding you tight, 

I try to be light; lighter than your grief. I know her dreams

still send soft pangs like milk teeth, like growing pains.

I hope one day she will find her way home, 

and you will stop loving like your heart is breaking; 

mama, I hope it is enough.

[librarywanderer]

A Lover Talks About Dinner

There are two plates at the table, it's getting cold.

I know I'm late, I apologised when I came back.

I haven't seen you in so long. It's strange to be with you. To be back again.

"How's work? How've you been?" I missed you.

This tastes like home, I forgot it could taste like this.

"Did you make it?"

"The pasta must've run out now," God, I missed you.

The sofa has both our coats in it, twined. It's new.

Have you always been so beautiful? I loved this.

The pasta, not anything else. "I'll buy you some."

I lie to you in thought, I am already sorry.

"You're not eating, is something wrong?"

I'll get the water for you, sit, don't strain yourself.

You do too much for us, allow me your self,

I know no burden that wears your smile and breathes your name.

"I'll get someone to fix the microwave."

Please sleep a little more. Let me shelter your time.

"It's good. The food's really good."

I've gotten you something for your back and

Your arms, your stomach, those cramps.

I'm scared you'll realise I remember your entirety.

"Your place is nice. It's quiet. Changed."

I've already memorised the waxing of light

And which corners made the best puppets to entertain,

And I know you aren't doing well in ways words won't speak.

Let me help you take care of yourself. You deserve more than this.

When it's all over, your plate emptied in mutual silence,

I'm back at the door and I'm still trying to be that better person for you.

Take my offerings, beloved. It is no sin.

I've promised you that I'll return when you say it.

I don't say the things I ought to when the door shuts and the world returns to noise.

Please take care. I love you still.

[fir-fireweed]

Y’all! The Em Dash has finally delivered a public statement regarding the AI allegations.

And it’s glorious!

Read the full article on the McSweeney’s website here!

[darkfictionjude]

- listen here my good bitch

Imma start using that as a loving nickname for my followers

Also I love all this, my girl has been slandered far too long!

[the-haiku-bot]

Imma start using

that as a loving nickname

for my followers

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[abbiemhart]

kalopsia

the light plays across the covers. 

i chose white covers because i 

thought it would make me sleep 

better but i don’t sleep anyways 

but they are beautiful. they are 

beautiful because i am leaving. 

kalopsia caused by an 1800 mile 

move. they are beautiful because 

i am leaving because i have to 

leave because i know this logically 

but my sheets at home are green. and 

in massachusetts. and i am in bed in 

texas. which is quite a problem, i 

would think. 

[thepromisedprinxe]

Eos.

[astralravens]

write me a poem about all the time i spent stalking your blog :)

im crying you went through every single one of my posts from the like past four and a half years ily i'll ponder up a poem for you trust

[sheepcow]

LMAOO thank you also to anyone without context i swear i know her 🙏

[astralravens]

my wonderful beautiful bestie who also stalked every piece i posted and left 51 notifications for me I'm giggling

[astralravens]

write me a poem about all the time i spent stalking your blog :)

im crying you went through every single one of my posts from the like past four and a half years ily i'll ponder up a poem for you trust

[astralravens]

Tag game!

thank you to the lovely @lexiklecksi for inviting me to this fun little tagging game <3 sorry it's literally a month late I kept forgetting to finish this post

tagging some of my mutuals if they’d like to participate: @mossypoems @sheepcow @lilylovelle @strawberrystainedd

favorite ships:

okay this really varies depending on which fandom I’m most active in at the time but here are the ships I enjoy the most of the media I'm currently consuming:

Aventio (Aventurine/Dr. Ratio, Honkai Star Rail)

YoshiKaru (Tsujinaka Yoshiki/Indou Hikaru, the Summer Hikaru Died)

Hananene (Hanako/Yashiro Nene, Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun)

First ship:

I don’t entirely remember to be honest but I think it might’ve been Drarry because I was a closeted little elementary schooler who yearned for a non-heterosexual relationship in media and Harry Potter was there for my young impressionable mind

Last song:

Drink Deep by Florence and the Machine! her new album is SO good

Last movie:

The Dead Poets Society </3 I cried quite a bit watching this movie

Currently reading:

the midland throne by km gallagher! an absolutely fantastic book by the way I really enjoy the queer rep and a fun fantasy plot

Currently consuming:

a cup of hot cocoa

Currently craving:

Another cup of hot cocoa...