Just Another Symphony Of Life

I’m supposed to be on some kind of path toward healing and spiritual wholeness. But mostly I just work and play with my dog 👍🏻

[maybe-an-aspd-angel]

[shroomiebug]

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[langleavpoetry]

[archbudzar]

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[battling-my-demons]

[triflingthing]

[lifeinpoetry]

Organs reaped from a body I didn’t sow Such porcelain gifts a fragile body sows

I ingest dissolvable moons so that we become strangers Two skeletons of different stomachs:

One lost in the desert, the other a planet, a god A wolf swallows his own rib to rebuild all of us

— b: william bearhart, from “Transplant: After Georgia O’Keeffe’s Pelvis IV, 1944,“ Living Nations, Living Words, ed. Joy Harjo

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“These bleeding feet are still to find you.”

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[ailichi-deactivated20230730]

i like irish poetry. i like knowing a man called tadhg ó ruaic, fl. 1684, lost a game of cards to a girl called blánaid on purpose because he wanted her to top him

[ailichi-deactivated20230730]

you penetrate my weak defence / teasing me with anxious love / i know the score; my turn to play / against your side i make my move ... blánaid, my dear, my favourite one / gentle, fragrant, guileless love / it’s time for you to trump my man / and ‘take’ me with a daring move ... come sit beside me, woman of the wavy hair / embrace me, bright branch of the cool grey eyes / resolve my torment, generous-gentle woman / and ‘take’ me quickly to your merciful bed

extract translated from the classical gaelic by derek mahon

[crtter]

Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

[crtter]

Me: *doing something for hours on end without stopping*

Someone: Hey, are you there? I was just wondering if you’d like to-

Me:

[canem-acidum]

[hannahflowerspoetry]

you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it in my mind change the script, rewrite, evolve the ammonite, tell myself you’ve been kind. a switch has flipped, though, you’re different than what i know you don’t make me feel like you love me it’s no longer worth breaking bones.

[michaelbogild-deactivated202503]

And my heart saw exactly what it wanted to see As my mind was exiled to the cold periphery of a screaming muteness

[lifeinpoetry]

Is it possible to be eaten alive while someone’s eyes

are asking, Are you OK? Are you OK? No, I’m not OK,

ever.

— Andrea Gibson, from “Ode to the Public Panic Attack,” Lord of the Butterflies

[lifeinpoetry]

Come tender as the trees               forgiving the books                         for asking to be made.

— Andrea Gibson, from “Good Light,” Lord of the Butterflies

[lifeinpoetry]

some days, I am the restless gods looking down on a warring country, other days, I am the shipwreck, other days, I am the country. they all come to me in search of something.

— Nisha Patel, from “vulva love,” Coconut

[lifeinpoetry]

Come love, make me better than I was.

Come teach me a kinder way               to say my own name.

— Andrea Gibson, from “Good Light,” Lord of the Butterflies

[lifeinpoetry]

“I love skipping anything casual—“hi, how are you, it’s been forever”—and getting straight to the center of pain. Or happiness.”

— — Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” Love and Other Poems