and suddenly i see you

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[evenlyevi]

It takes time.

[srednod]

Gilbert Lewis Untitled (Lilies) c. 1980

[polkadotmotmot]

Wonder Buhle Mbambo - Ihawu likamkhulu, 2023

[mauveflxwrs]

Vincent van Gogh - Wheatfield (1888)

[leahgardner-art]

Important places to be 🍗

[huariqueje]

Noodles   -   Lars van Wieren , 2022.

Dutch, b.  ?

Oil on canvas ,  100 x 110 cm.

[marshmilo]

january 8th

endless planes above my head

return flights

saddening sights

outside

thunder or fumes

flying low enough to reach

like in my dreams

but it's simply

pilots avoiding the unforgiving heavens

inside

pages rustling or humdrum

time moves on

with every flashing

i have never seen so many lights

while i am stuck down here

meaningless communications

it's just stargazing to me

listening to blackstar

and thinking about the return

the sadness in the turn

[marshmilo]

i died in my dreams last night

after spending a whole evening fantasizing about blood seeping into my eyes

it was frightening at first

but i almost immediately accepted it

i decided to stay awake for it

i was layed down so gently into a sink

big enough to fit most of my body

it was comfortable

i could hear others dying in an endless amount of rooms

we were all in one big house

and the next morning my murderer buried me in the garden

his face so cruel i forgave him

i lay there and felt the rain turn the dirt around my face into mud

and all of us turned to face the sky

[marshmilo]

broken bones hurt

everyone knows this

but when your love

is dangling by its skin

placing any weight

down upon it

causes unbearable pain

you wanted to mend it somehow

but your pride was your downfall

and you,

you wanted answers

but not everyone understands

their own hearts

the goat stands alone

three-legged

and pregnant

poorly splinted and bandaged

out of desperation

your love will never heal like this

and sometimes death is mercy

[marshmilo]

i want a grass roof above my head

with webs and dust crawling down the walls

summer rains will cause many leaks

making everything damp to touch

there will be

broken tiles that splinter under my weight

windows covered in mold

and scorpions under the covers

the gust that travels through the corners

will chill my bones

but the morning will light up my bedroom window

filling every crack with gold

and i will feel at home

[marshmilo]

will be posting some rambling poems. i can't really call them poems because there's nothing about them that make them poems, they're just words and thoughts and feelings written out to sound somewhat poetic

[thcartierrug]

[hometownrockstar]

[cansu-m]

[terminusantequem]

Niall Naessens (Irish, b. 1961), The Last Man In Europe. Etching on paper, 33 x 33 cm

[lionfloss]

by chasingtheshiftinglight

[uchihaitachi]

in dreams