eternally lost soul

what the fuck is up with Dwight

[perturbation]

i will not bare.

in the land of despair,

who wants an heir.

family glares at me confused.

they refuse to comprehend the words i have used.

but a living being i will not bare

for others satisfaction alone.

what a cruel act of conceit it would be,

to birth life for whom i have no care.

in a world of lost souls

i could not bare to add one more,

feed it the same lies i was once fed

and watch it fall apart

until it feels the need to scream from its chest

“why oh why did you birth me here”.

[perturbation]

feel the new era

your hands are not beneath my blouse

that is not my desire

is it despair that you feel?

is my presence no longer your craving?

no more letters and sighs

no more butterflies at sight

bodily transactions the only proof of love

or what disguised itself as loving

in the new era to not feel ones skin

is to not feel ones warmth

words no longer allowed

the new era upon lovers.

- perturbation

[soracities]

Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004

[Text ID: “Any fear, any / memory will do; and if you’ve . got a heart at all, someday / it will kill you”]

[lanasbrooklynbabyy]

[sweet-child-of-night]

It's always, "i love him/her/them" and never "I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world"

[perturbation]

the love i wish to experience

[apoemaday]

Last Poems: XI

by A.E. Housman

Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I, To wash and dress and eat and drink And look at things and talk and think And work, and God knows why. Oh often have I washed and dressed And what’s to show for all my pain? Let me lie abed and rest: Ten thousand times I’ve done my best And all’s to do again.

[a-la-recherche]

D’une rive à l’autre

Canon AE1, Kodak Portra 160

gencrenaz.com

[chrishoughton]

Existential sketches

[funeral]

Yule: The Goddess mourns the death of the Sun God

Janet and Stewart Farrar, A Witches’ Bible

[perturbation]

i need someone to talk to but it’s fucking 4:40am

who the fuck is awake at 4:40am

fuck