#violentwavesofemotion

[lunamonchtuna]

— Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Landing"

[theinfinitedivides]

— also entitled: this is not a gospel worth the telling

— inspired by: S.T. Gibson’s ( @stgibsonofficial )  Lamentation of Mary Magdalene (from the Aramaic: they have taken away my lord) and Lamentation of John (alternately titled Some Manuscripts Read: The Prophet does Not Come)

also inspired by: @notbecauseofvictories’  mary magdalene, at the tomb

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[trek-tracks]

Them

[overxposed-premadonna]

I think hands must be very important. They plait hair, knead bread, wring in anguish, write poetry, wipe tears-sweat and pain from faces, hold on to things. Yes hands. Let's start with hands //

[dontreblogbigots]

Hello, a while ago you rbed a post about how violentwavesofemotion is a t*rf & antisemite (thank you), but I just thought I should update that they are now at mournfulr/oses and have moved blogs, here is the proof. That's all, thank you!

[mournfulroses]

It is nice to have you here, Artemis! I’m not sure if you’re already sick to death with another mention of your previous blog... but I’m simply glad to be able to tell you now how much @violentwavesofemotion have made such an impact on me, both emotionally and intellectually. Its absence is felt to this day, and I would say, always. But I hope you are well, and your spirit has felt a lighter sense of being these days. X

I miss it too, dear, and thank you so much for such kind words. I am forever glad that it could have an impact on people and that they could connect with it over the years 🙏 I do believe in certain chapters closing and I do stand by my decision of ultimately deleting it...it unfortunately no longer felt like “home” to me and people tried to turn it into a nasty battleground which absolutely devasted and DEEPLY hurt me on a personal level. More than 300k people were following that blog and no matter how hard I tried to protect it, unfortunately it all came down to me not feeling safe in it and not being able to just quietely go about my business and post the things I felt like posting. But that’s about it, really. That blog was my refuge for 8 years straight. I grew with it and with all the wonderful people that truly enjoyed the literature I was sharing. And eh..no one can take away its “value” for me (it’s 100% transcending the way I feel it to be) or its essence because it will be forever a part of me. I do thank you from my heart for your message and I hope you are doing great 🖤

[bookphobe]

ANG BUWAN, AKING AMA by ts / sketch by ts

2020

id & taglist under the cut

gen. taglist @hydrancheas , @hekat-ie , @mxxnwrites , @radiomacbeth , @sprigofbasil , @gutblood​ , @zarinaelahi​ @saltwaterbells

if anyone wants 2 be in the poetry taglist jus ask or dm

[ID: brown picture of a poem, titled ANG BUWAN, AKING AMA (the moon, my father). Poem is as follows:

My papa took me in his arms and held me there

but he did not bring me back to 1970s philippines

did not walk me through the dirt roads of santa cruz

He held me not to embrace

but to keep me from seeing further

because he kept his heart in a cage and his past six feet under

and i only ever managed to see through the cracks

of a boy who grew up too fast

When my papa held me

he kept me hidden from

the scales that climbed up his back

his laughter muted

and his eyes drawn away

I still wish i saw the boy that ran under the sun

selling his dyaryos and rosaryos

Wish i saw the kind boy;

the kind boy before the broken man

the man that only ran

selling his love and illusions

When my papa held me

and i saw my mama

her sun-scorched lands

of smoke and sampalok and lovely white sampaguitas

reduced and dimmed by

the black and white skies of a gray-natured man

i realized

that for all the suns i inherited

from my war blooded mother

I also inherited my father's moons

and when he holds me again

this time looking me in the eye

like the ever changing phases of the moon

I’ll be the first to turn away]

[tremante]

Fuck off anyone who drove Artemis away from here