Unbelonging

~Sleepy Horses~ ~ehsas e zimadari~ Anon 4 poems #110 548

[athousanddispositions]

The ache of a poem unwritten

[homunculus-argument]

Artfully layering an axe bodyspray deodorant and two different perfume oils to create a tasteful mixture of amber, oud, mint, lavender, moss and petrichor, producing a scent that smells exactly like damp, stale, rotting laundry.

[dreamsareliminalspaces-deactiva]

Reminds me of that tumblr user that made powdered milk with sparkling water and created instant spoiled milk

[homunculus-argument]

That was also me.

[adeline-wheat]

Do you know any other ways to speed ruin things?

[homunculus-argument]

I wish I knew any other way to do anything.

[girlfriendsinjeans]

[athousanddispositions]

You swallow the feeling. Keys sink into grey oceans. Weight is a thing that aches. Your arms are heavier than yesterday. There are tiles and misunderstandings. Explain the wordless thing . For five marks tell me the colour of light or how time was a thread to be pulled finer and finer. Or how the body rehearses to remember so that It can forget.

[athousanddispositions]

Pull the strings and hold the knots tighter and tighter. It feels smooth until you look too hard- perhaps this is the trick to these things. There are blank chapters , bridges from which we think we will fall. The grass is soft, softer still. There are poems that will erase the previous. Love that holds your hand still. Believed the things that were unsteady and untrue. Rest in truth, rest in truth.

[lunosphere]

Anastasia Trusova, “And the sunset came” Acrylic on canvas / 60 x 80 cm / 2022

[hollowedskin]

Oh I love this, it does wonderful things to my synesthesia

[the-haiku-bot]

Oh I love this, it

does wonderful things to my

synesthesia

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

[anxietyproblem]

[um-girassol-de-luz]

[sternen--staub]

occasional posts from users

[ann-decart]

reblog if you make occasional posts

[cleolinda]

Sometimes I still hear my voice

[naamahdarling]

It's almost like I'm here with us.

[athousanddispositions]

I am young and happy but I do not know it amongst the sad.

[athousanddispositions]

Appreciation post

The middle bit of carrots  Small empty rooms  Baby’s lil feet and hands (naaawwh)  The smell of henna  Cardamom pods  Wearing freshly ironed clothes/ Clothes straight out of the tumble dryer The smell of black seed oil  When the wind blows and you can feel it on your neck under your hijaab  The smell of white musk  The nice feeling you get after you finish reciting a poem from memory  The smell of new books  Narrow ruled lined paper  Summer rain  Potatoes  Loooooong salams <3 When strangers smile at you/ Unexpected bouts of kindness in general When you figure out exactly how to hold your headphones so they work again  Comfortable shoes  Cookie dough/cake batter  When you run run run for jummah and you get there within 5 seconds of the azaan Black knee high socks  Candyfloss  Sharing headphones with people <3 Hours of silence and nothingness  Tiny pencils  Kittens  Long handwritten letters  Marble floors  Tree-houses  And those people who come and maybe leave your life that you simply don’t deserve

[athousanddispositions]

The moon Poems with brackets in them ( its like they are whispering a beautiful secret to you) People with beautiful minds Kiwi vine leaves When people run for the train and they make it just on time Rose water The smell of smoke/burning Lil playdoh flowers Yarn ( I don’t know why this wasn’t on the original list) You, you and you When you finish reciting Qur'an and you catch your breath , and your whole body swells with the magnitude of what you just read Inside jokes Puns The sea Madinah

[athousanddispositions]

Mushrooms Tangerines When you half wake up and talk to someone and the world is still soft and dreamlike Those little smiles people do, the I don’t really know you that well but I want you to be okay so here’s a teeny tiny smile Tonka beans Baby sneezes Clays face masks Post Biro pens

[athousanddispositions]

Fluffly socks Walking through knee high grass Those clouds not the fluffy ones but the soft ones blending into the blue Good hugs Colouring inside the lines That satisfying sound when you cut fabric with scissors Brushing hair with no knots, brushing for the sake of brushing The smell of paint That feeling after you’ve sneezed Late night phone calls/ hearing someone’s voice as you fall asleep That happy shade of yellow Baby blankets Sucking your thumb Deep sighs that come from the base of your lungs Sleepy afternoons and monopoly Rings where the going round bit looks like leaves on a vine

[athousanddispositions]

Waffles Bonsai trees Half smile at an in joke Knuckles Baby snails Curly hair Waking up just before your alarm goes off The sound of early morning birds Salmon and sweet potatoes Black roses Capes Paper with teeny tiny writing Medjool dates Hot chocolate Green highlighters Hot showers Charcoal Lemon trees ( with their shiny leaves and the colour of the lemon ah) Goats ( their clickety clackety knees ) Sidr honey ( nutty and fruity and yemeny hai ) Giant puffy pillows That thing penguins do when they alternate around in a huddle in order to keep everyone warm Pingunese My parents for buying my first beyblade arena ( essentially spending an extortionate amount of money on plastic ) A pink hippo beanbag

[athousanddispositions]

1cm seam allowances Bromances Lemon zest Sunflowers Memes ghusl after period smell of a cake baking freckles sudocrem

[karmacat107]

twitter is like. DNI with me unless you are a perfect clone of me. and tumblr is like. hi. you share exactly one interest with me. would you like to subliminally influence each other's thought patterns through funny text posts until we develop a hive mind? yeah? cool.

[bigolechompers]

im not even sure i ahare any interests with some of these guys

[the-haiku-bot]

im not even sure

i ahare any interests

with some of these guys

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

[forest-woman]

[geryone]

Coughing Up Planets, Samantha Fain

[meanwhileinfillory]

“You say ‘amateur’ as if it was a dirty word. ‘Amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it.”

— Mozart in the Jungle

[liminally-spaced]

[athousanddispositions]

Motion blurs- I once couldn't unpick these strands Anywhere but here- a lullaby Morning abrupt and warm Clunk go the words Years and ambitions become sickly I cannot name the thing, or plant the thing Or grow the thing The Thing lives in my shadow and creeps around my ankles There is a coldness in my bones