overspill

i write to write.

[deepseagigantism]

Sometimes it takes a couple weeks or months, but eventually everything always goes back to you. I think about a holiday or listen to a song and wonder where and how you are, what you’re doing, if you think about me this way.

[havingapoemwithyou]

Value Form by Brendan Joyce

[thestuffedalligator]

In the snail-shell centre of the labyrinth, the Minotaur made his prayer.

“I can’t,” said Echidna. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I can’t give you any protection.”

The Minotaur said nothing. Lacking anything else, he had snapped his own horn as an offering. Blood dribbled down his face and blinded him in one eye.

“I have nothing to give you,” said Echidna. “I have nothing, do you understand me? Nothing.”

Unshaking hands held up the horn. Offer. Offer.

“Stop that,” said Echidna. “You aren’t my child. I don’t owe you anything.”

Offer. Offer.

A ragged sigh cut through the gloom. Slender hands took the horn.

There was a. Sound. The horn had turned into a long strip of rag, which Echidna held up to the Minotaur’s mouth.

“Spit,” she said.

The Minotaur obeyed. She wiped the drying blood from the fur around his eye, and then wrapped the rag around his bleeding stump of horn.

“You are mine,” she said. “You are doomed. You will die and I will remember you as mine for centuries of heartache. I will remember you as I remember my Chimera’s laughter, my Hydra’s temper, and wiping tears from the eyes of my Cerberus.”

Gleaming eyes looked into his. “You’ve given me a terrible burden,” she said. “And so help me, I will carry it forever.”

The Minotaur closed his eyes and sagged with relief.

[nuclearfaggot]

oh man. oh jeez

[ahotknife]

[silentauroriamthereal]

[hexjulia]

It's such a mervyn peake dead rat poem morning

One of the poems ever.

[elizabethsinclair]

love elizabeth s.

[salonduthe]

Ada Limon

[theblogginggoth]

By Czech writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!

[deepseagigantism]

I miss you like a restaurant that doesn’t exist anymore; like a best friend during one summer camp; remembering a kindergarten birthday party. It’s like we’re living on two sides of a coin, separated by a thin veil. The thought that we still have friends and things in common pains me. And I miss you.

[jovialtorchlight-deactivated202]

open question, jonny bolduc 

[undeadinterlude]

Richard Siken, Wishbone / Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / Georges Bataille, Guilty / Shakespeare, Pericles / Euripides, Medea

[deepseagigantism]

i could close the grand canyon with all the

if i were on the sun and you were on the moon, i'd make shadow puppets on the earth to talk to you. and if i were your reflection in the mirror, i'd open it like a window so i could climb through. but if i were forgotten, defaulted to second choice, i'd tear your ribs open and bite into your still beating heart. if your blood ran down my chin like fresh fruit, i'd consider the expanse between us sewn shut. if i could feel your attempts to claw out of my chest, i'd savor the sting and thank love for hurting. if i were on the sun and you were on the moon, i'd let you eclipse me and imagine being held.

[deepseagigantism]

look mom look i learned something new today did you know fish have feet? no they don't! are you listening? remember when you told me about boarding school? we wept upstairs

look mom look i'm hurting too i'm too much and not enough and how will i take care of you and does anyone love me and which does it stop and will i be happy? hey wait are you listening?

[mun-dane]

on love arriving unannounced

[mun-dane]

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

[soracities]

“Does it matter why Lot’s wife looked back? She looked back because she loved her daughters. She looked back because she loved her home. She looked back because she loved the past. She looked back because she loved the world. Remember Lot’s wife: it’s intended as a warning, but I have adopted it as a creed. When the world burns, I will fill my eyes with as much of it as I possibly can. I can think of no greater honor than to remain on the earth. You are worth turning around for. You are worth transformation. You are the heat that lights the match that lights the hearth that warms me. You are everything.”

— Amelia K., “I: Vision - Eurydice, Mangan’s Sister, & Lot’s Wife”

[audrey-hepbae]

With what happened with that family next I’d rather be salt tbh