#alonesomes

[maura-roo]

Just read Crybaby by Caitlyn Siehl, and I read, reread, and reread again the poems Achilles to Patroclus and Patroclus to Achilles. All of the poems in this collection are sublime, but I would tattoo these two over every inch of my exposed skin.

[diomedrian]

I stepped into her in September

with two days of unbothered clothing and

she welcomed me with fresh drool still under my chin. I was still in awe, wide eyed yesterday night thinking of her.

The first time I met her

I thought the green earth had come alive inside of me,

I thought all of the thundering sky had invited itself within my heart,

I thought a Greek fire had caught my bones and may never settle.

I was dying once and she breathed life into me,

under the fiery sun of June,

her soft bright fingers froze my heart

fastened it with the ruins of her own muscles

between the inflections of her own mouth.

She was still brand new when I took her coat.

My heart brimming with lightning - for her - on my knees on the wet road in the countryside twelve metres away from the prison

and I confessed.

I walked her through my tangled roots, the warm damp soil, the rogue flowers

and she sat down gently, put her fingers in mine, carried me like pollen in the wind of the summer heat.

I said I wanted to be buried inside of her, that I wanted to memorize the cornices of her spine, the cartilage of her elbows, the craters of her ankles, that she seemed somehow familiar as if a memory from the time in the park on the swings with our friends and all of us laughing.

I sat by the morning sun in its pink glory, and decided that

I would cross the distance of the world for her, that

I would wait for her beyond the new ages, that

I would let her bring me back to life.

— Nay, “Always lightning”

[haleyincarnate]

Quote by Caitlyn Siehl (@alonesomes)

[megansknees]

note to self entry #05

[leenavannilaurenzo]

You tell me to start worrying about saving myself, but I'm worried you won't be able to find your way home without my compass pointing you north. So I fashion you a map from my hair and leave it on the shower wall, I scratch messages into your back, and make arrows out of my laughter; I'm just hoping my trail of breadcrumbs lead your heart to mine.

Leena Vanni Laurenzo

[oofpoetry]

I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.

Caitlyn Siehl, from “Apple Pie Life”

[natalieweepoetry]

“Staying Power,” Natalie Wee, in Maisonneuve

[teddybluesclues]

Today's the day. The day I tell her I love her. Like, actually love her. A sun and moon and stars and lightning and thunder kind of love. The kind that shakes you to your core. The kind that makes you grow. Like water after a drought. I feel like a tree with her. Like a grand old oak tree against the night sky. Like I could reach for the stars if I tried.

did you?