#spr22

[youkn0wmetoowell]

a separation (64, escapril)

bound to you, once

in a rope silk

some days, a wire

frayed so thin

around my neck,

it won’t take much,

so why did you tug?

and cut so close

to my throat

when letting go

was the kinder thing,

oh, i held too tight.

i tell myself

you hated me

(though i know it’s not true,)

i do it to hurt you.

[greekpara]

Reposted from @gammazeta1949 Congratulations to our SPR22 initiates of the Gamma Zeta chapter of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity Incorporated 4 Agents of Σ.H.I.E.L.D 💙🕊 Sigmas Headstrong In Excellence Leadership & Distinction • ACE/Rock : Kevin Ransom Jr. Σ.K.A. Winter Σoldier DEUCE : Richard Robbins Σ.K.A MiΣter FantaΣtic TR3: Rance McCrary Jr Σ.K.A CyclopΣ T4IL: Julian Weems Jr. Σ.K.A Iron FiΣt • • • Congratulations neos! The real work begins now 🤘🏾GOMAB ‼️ #savannahstate #ssu #spr22 #neophyte #probateseason #sigmastateuniversity #gomab (at Lineupgreek) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-xO14rMgW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[youkn0wmetoowell]

magnification (101, escapril)

i find myself in the depths of a dream, praying i could go back to sleep. spit poison dripping down my head, flowing freely from your side of the bed. i tell myself i'm magnifying as love is only compromising. in the light, i could diminish the awful thoughts as pure rubbish. you loved me though you'd never say. i believed it until the end of the day. had i listened to the moon, her warning, realised the dusk was the truth dawning, i found myself both too big and too small. but you never found me til after the fall.

[youkn0wmetoowell]

poetry as medicine (32, escapril)

when the feelings burst, the love, the hurt, there’s too many words, silence, at first, then between the lines, the rhythm, the time, it’s so easy to find the words that rhyme.

[youkn0wmetoowell]

time, nonlinear (87, escapril)

out of sight, out of mind

your mind, if you think you know how and

where your sentences will end.

endings don't always sit where 

your sentences end,

they don't begin when

you think they do; your sentence remains

unsaid,

unfinished, 

out of your mind

and forgotten. 

beginnings find their endings in corners and

you'll lose your mind when you find out what they do 

when you're not looking.

the time will come for your sentence to speak

and you have time

to begin

when it ends.

[youkn0wmetoowell]

limbs (108, escapril)

don't listen to my tongue, my throat, 

please only hear me when i kiss

as when i speak, the meaning gets

lost behind my teeth, my lips.

the language of my ribs, my thighs,

words my brain can't understand,

delivered as precious as any hard

truth by my fingers, my hands.

swaying there on my hips, my feet,

silently but this dance of mine

is for you, like a declaration of love,

written in my shoulders, my spine.

reach out for me, my arms, my face,

and i will know better than any other thing,

know in my blood and my senses, 

you'll claim my body, my limbs.

[peni-pincher]

Congratulations to Gorgeous ΓΨ 49 Pearls Distinct Pearls of Sophistication #TSU #GammaPsi #SPR22 #25 💖💚 (at Texas Southern University Athletics) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb42Uw_O54Pnri3qbOMwLGwwMZ2uwCp40Td_KQ0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[youkn0wmetoowell]

when i opened my eyes (106, escapril)

sometimes some kind of ice cold and ancient

clarity grips my jaw and points my gaze,

and i look into a slip of possibility that feels

more real than any of my careful written days.

i hear myself say, in the voice of a woman older

and wiser, as she steps over my childhood’s grave:

it’s all going to be okay.

i know, then, with her fingers on my cheek

she speaks from somewhere later in my life,

so i believe her. and i know that it’s me.

even in years and when i need it twice

as much, i’ll always be shit at giving advice.