YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
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EXPECTATIONS
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin

shark vs the universe

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if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor

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occasionally subtle
todays bird
taylor price

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@lettersfromleviathan
There are three hundred Ways that I might fuck this up. I'll ignore them all.
you’re worth more than my fear | Leviathan
Clouds skirt the skyline, Brewing harbingers portend: A culmination.
I can feel it brimming, bubbling over, bringing back | Leviathan
I tore down the house my father built. I marked each beam with flame, opened the rafters to the birds and the vermin, poured curses into the cracks in the foundation. There was a time where it’s rooms and arches were things of envy, picturesque, but I’m the one who lived there. I’m the one who knows that its’ shadows were dark instead of cool, who knows the secret rooms not outlined in the blueprints, who holds conversations with its’ ghosts in inconvenient moments. I’m the one who knows where paint covered the signs of struggle, who remembers the sounds of locked doorknobs and footsteps through the hallway at night. I’m the one who inherited it.
There are legacies mixed into our blood, old contracts written in a hand only partially similar to our own. Generational curses. We are under no obligation to live in the houses our fathers built, and if it so suits you, take a lighter to it’s walls.
“You will need to love with the stubbornness of the sun; how she will rise again with all her fire, no matter how dark the night may have been.”
— Nils Brandstädter - let the sky be your motivation (via poetry-and-lies)
“There’s a song I’ve sung
About each of my exes
At one point in time.”
Leviathan
I love this morning
To be up and alive A strange wonderful thing To stretch and breathe and tingle and think To move and bask and laugh and sing
To dig and plant and water To learn and know and teach To hug and kiss and…. Mmmm coffee within reach
To sleep in and wake up To suck in all that is there And to blow it all back out With love of morning to share
My independence
Is protected with a fear
And a jealousy.
Leviathan
I thrash and I writhe, Churn within the firmament Overcome with greed.
I charge through this life as this life burns through me | Leviathan
How long need I wait? Sowing love and planting love? When does love abound?
harvest is not promised and fear runs through me | Leviathan
I reach for my phone As if you still want to talk. Then I remember.
Leviathan
“Somehow, everything I write ends up being about you. Just like I could paint a thousand pictures but you’d still be all my colors.”
— Nils Brandstädter - excerpts from a love letter (via poetry-and-lies)
Honey, I am like Guacamole on the side: I'm fucking extra.
Leviathan
I feel everything; Filament-skin, conduit. An extension, jarred
emotions run through me like a child through the kitchen, my eyes light as they enter and linger as they pass | Leviathan
“Sooner or later you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow, that you are standing in front of mirrors and are worshipping your own reflection.”
—
Rudy Francisco, “Your God”
NEW Best of Button playlist! Today’s additions: Rudy Francisco, Olivia Gatwood, Rachel McKibbens, & Sienna Burnett. Congratulations poets!
We reach, find each other over miles, generations. Huddle close as if we are rocks in the windstorm, just need one side of me to not bite, gnaw. It is all bearable if I have this, it will be bearable so long as there’s this. We stop looking up, there is no fruit in the trees, we stop singing, we have no voice. All I have is this, it will all be bearable so long as I have this. Our skin grows and grows, we sink beneath the weight but still we lift, still we walk, it is bearable if I have this. We do not see, don’t look to see, don’t know if anything has changed, all I know is I have this, I’m okay if I have this.
Leviathan