Simple Thoughts While Baking Bread

[spiceofalmond]

Good Morning

[gorebxbe]

[ullls59]

A painting entitled "Victim of Text" by Ralph Haymans.

[kosmogrl]

[spiceofalmond]

How I love October

But my heart is always broken in November

[strokeofserenity]

[spiceofalmond]

God I miss it here.

[intothedreamverse]

White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[seabeck]

ONF

[seabeck]

I went swimming in this lake today, it was chilly to say the least!

[spiceofalmond]

It’s like I’ve been spinning, twirling around and being danced into a future — beams of giggles joy and love coating us as we gaze into each others eyes.

A life to be built with a white picket fence! I smell the fresh bread! The hope! The dream! It’s being delivered on a silver spoon and couldn’t taste any sweeter, a nectar of milk and honey.

The music is loud and, oh how it’s so fun!

But I glance, just a moment, over your shoulder— my smile, only falling for no— twitching for a moment

I swear! as I glimpse at a shadow behind me

Behind you

Behind me

We spin, I keep up the pace

my eyes following

The shadow

behind us

I look back at you

You haven’t stopped looking at me

But you haven’t noticed.

We spin

The change in my face, the question in my eyes

What is that?

Should I worry?

Is it here for you? For me?

We dance, you smile, you keep going

My head fully turns, to the shadow

I wonder what it could be

We spin

I squint, I misstep

But I don’t stop

The music is fading

What is that shadow?

Why can’t I stop staring?

What does it want?

I pull away, you hold my wrist but I slip

Out of the sun

Out of the light

Toward the shadow

Into it

Bringing it

In closer to me

What is it?

Warm and barely moving,

Changing shape nearly every moment

It cries it screams it laughs in my arms

My hands

It’s so small

I bring it up close

It’s life

It’s dying

It is what could have been

It’s all I was before

It’s all who I thought I would be

Fading faster into nothing

Fading quietly into something

A memory

A wish

A dream

A good bye

[intertexts]

bandaids on ur fingers can be a kind of lingerie. if youre enlightened.

[weltenwellen]

Marie Howe, from “Watching Television”, What the Living Do

[illbeyouranchor-deactivated2024]

5 months this time

5 months of dragging myself through the dirt when I always knew

When you ask someone how they feel

And they say, “I don’t know,”

There is a novel in that silence

We died that day

The rest has been black magic

Staining my shaking hands

I told you I was bad at letting go

[spiceofalmond]

It's so weird going through old accounts of mine and seeing the ghosts of who I was, who I thought I would be

What I miss the most are certain friends who were only a few clicks away

Now my world feels so small

[metamorphesque]

musings on august        

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[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998