let my ghost not haunt them after

Just some original poems of mine.

[growing-things]

[all-the-bones-ever-deactivated2]

this hit me like a truck

[panteneprovcommercial]

I've Endured, Now What?

Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall

[folkloregirlfriend]

what type of flower are you

[strongermonster]

perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night

[strongermonster]

this is what i mean

[degenderates]

Via @bulbaderp

[itistimetodisappear]

To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit

This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.

orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!

[metamorphesque]

Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken

[text ID: How much can you change / and get away with it, / before you turn into / something else, / before it’s some kind of / murder?]

[mynowherenothing]

Some of my favourite poetry/essays that I always return to 🫀

The Unfortunate Fate of Childhood Dolls by Rainer Maria Rilke

The wasteland by T.S Eliot

A song on the end of the world by Czeslaw Milosz

Online feature: Four Proofs by Richard siken

Hanif Abdurraqib: On Seatbelts and Sunsets

Saying your names by Richard siken

Michael Kinnucan:The Gods Show Up

The wound by adonis

The panther by Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke

Your body is my map by nizar Qabbani

The strange grief by Al Shabbi

[growing-things]

- M.R

[growing-things]

I will not just love you in the margins, I will love you across the whole damn page.

- M.R

[growing-things]

Eurydice fell in love with the darkness

there was a beauty in the unknown, she thought,

'Here, there is no fear except my own.

'Here I am free.'

Eurydice found a home in death

The light did not tempt her

She looked out and saw

too much space for breath

She did not want to return.

Orpheus stood no chance,

When he turned around,

She smiled.

-M.R

[growing-things]

- M.R

[growing-things]

M.R

[growing-things]

Forget what people say,

moments like these come often,

and are too often

forgotten.

- M.R

[growing-things]

She was like fire

flickering so

undecidedly between

warm,

comforting

and

hellish.

- M.R