#for nadia

[petit-renard]

Little festive poem for my dear @formulaonedirection. Happy holidays Nadia!

I’ve half translated it from the best book ever and half rewritten it to make it rhyme (vaguely), which took me way more than expected because I’m bad at poetry. Hope you like it though💗

[superflatpsyche]

Nadia VS one very fluffy boi! >: D

@superflymiceguy

[petit-renard]

Bennyyyy can I have a 43 or a 34 heheh

It took me a while, so I'm gonna tell you both

34 is "Castle on the hill" by Ed Sheeran and I think it could make you think about someone, so I'm going to go with And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real, when we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill

43 is in Italian so I'll translate. It's "Stavo pensando a te" (I was thinking about you), Mobrici and Fulminacci's cover of it because I'm not a fan of rap but the lyrics are nice.

Lyrics: Promettevo di portarti via, quando l'auto nemmeno partiva (I promised to take you away when the car didn't even start)

[aragamah]

Prayer in Rain, Autumn Night BY BRYCE EMLEY

IS IT PRAYER if I stand in the woods

and want to stay until it stops?

Once, someone told me I have a small heart.

Whenever I weep I press the moment like a garlic clove—

I want to feel, good God I want to feel,

to see how everything alive

becomes a landscape.

So show me darkness.

The color of the space between my ribs.

Show me your darkness,

your nothing-to-see and everything to touch.

Let it be enough that the world looks alive

when it’s wet and so much living

is most beautiful when it’s dying.

[aragamah]

“[Poems] invite and enable us to notice the precarious fissures in what we think is solid ground. They direct us toward the light at the edge of things — the horizon, the fragment of dream before dawn, the feeling that’s hard to name, and can only be accurately captured by metaphor. They take us to the edge of “what can’t be said,” and ambush us into feeling before we think. Poetry gives shape to feelings I didn’t know I had, but recognize when they are named.

Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, Why Read A Poem At a Time Like This?

[ninniso0o0o]

Back in the good old days, when we used to joke about apocalypse and people's odds of survival, I fall under the ( guy who dies first) category! I had no objection! I didn't think I could survive such life, but tribulations bring out the best of a person... So here I am, where I thought I wouldn't last, stitching wounds, tailoring weapon holsters, bags, bullet proof vests, and more! I am proud of myself for defying the cliche but still... Am afraid to lose myself! And by that, I don't mean losing it to the grim reaper, I meant losing it to the cruelty of this world

Rahaf

[blackmagebabe]