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[ripariansoliloquy]

OCtober // day ix

Poetry

Neil's Note : a long, long time ago (or so it seems) in a pandemic-free world, i had trekked to everest base camp. i came back with many, many stories to tell. this was one of them.

to the boy i named andrew.

the light glinting off of your

corn silk hair -

albeit tousled to perfection

by the sharp gusts of moutain wind, 

made you painful to look at.

for yours was the beauty of the ice,

one that is blinding, in the truest sense.

stolen glances in the rhododendron forest

right after namche bazar,

lofty strides up the steps of

the tyangboche monastery,

laughter in your eyes.

and a last long look at your retreating silhouette

framed against the majestic pumori.

my himalayan mirage,

with sightings as fleet as the

nimble mountain goat;

i didn't know your name -

so i gave you one.

- Neil.

taglist : @buttcrflys-rose @revvs-trash @bi-n-high-vibes @our-insentient-touches @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @chaos-is-my-king @depressed-barnes

[askthedeadpoets]

March 4th

Todd is smaller than me, but not by much. They’re smaller than me, enough that I can spoon them in bed while we watch Netflix on my laptop. We can eat peanut butter cookies and I can relax because I can smell their coconut oil shampoo. 

I feel much better today. 

-Neil

[ripariansoliloquy]

OCtober // day x

Poetry

Neil's note : from our western window, we have a narrow corridor between two buildings, through which we can see the sky. a building is being constructed in that opening.

sun set.

development jackhammers

outside my window.

soon, it will rob me of my

last slice of sunset.

omnipresent moss-ridden roofs,

obfuscated by fumes of an ever-growing city.

every generation balancing on

their self-actualised precipice, mourning

the changing skyline of their place of birth.

we are the defendants, judge and jury,

desecrating our pasts

to the flames of the future.

alas, in this era of the unfaithful,

phoenixes no longer rise from the ashes.

we tussle with our legacies, written

and to-be written, forgetting -

indecision has always been a bad friend.

especially to sunsets.

- neil.

taglist - @buttcrflys-rose @revvs-trash @bi-n-high-vibes @our-insentient-touches @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @chaos-is-my-king @depressed-barnes

[askthedeadpoets]

TODD NO (is he okay?)

Poor baby is... very high. We gave him some water and now he’s eating his favorite snack (Everything Bread from Wal-Mart) and he’s... rambling. I gave him his journal and I don’t know if he’s going to be able to decipher this chicken scratch in the morning, but it’s cute. The tip of his nose is all red. 

-Neil

[askthedeadpoets]

Excuse me, but is there anything better than making out with your boyfriend before bedtime? (Hint: There’s nothing better. I swear.) 

-Neil

[neil-kumiko]

WIP Wednesday

Ayyye I'm writing again!

This comes from a Sanders Sides Sentinel/Guide AU I'm working on

The back door slammed shut, and he looked up to see his younger brother, Patton, bounding over to him with a handful of cookies.

Logan pushed his classes up on his nose, and scooted over to make a little more room for his brother to clamber up onto the bench beside him.

“Salutations, Patton. The cookies are done, I see.”

“Salamanders, Logan” Patton replied. He pushed his own glasses up further onto his face, and smiled at his big brother, his missing front tooth making it look slightly mischievous.

“The cookies are done, I brought you one to help with your…” he paused, looking thoughtful. “Mama says that the word is cur-i-o-city. I think you’re feeling wiggly.” The tiny blonde wiggled on the bench to demonstrate, then put two cookies on the picnic table.

[askthedeadpoets]

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Hey guys. Neil here. I’m not having a great night, and none of my usual techniques to cheer myself up are working. Todd isn’t here - they went home for the weekend, and this room feels so empty, and everything is loud. And I hate to complain to you guys, but I don’t know what else to do. 

-Neil

[askthedeadpoets]

BLOG POST

Hi everyone! Todd and I are finally settled into my room at my parents’ house, so we’re holding an #AskAnderperry :D Feel free to send us questions while we hop in the shower quick, and we’ll answer once we’re out and cozy! 

-Neil