Echoes Of The Endless

On words I don’t know how to organize

[assgod]

2 cosmos in btw if anyone wanna play with my butt

[annori]

Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)

[theeyeofglaucon]

Im sorry for missing out on you. I underestimated how much i had changed. I doubted how capable of love I was.

[otiksimr]

was going to turn this into a keychain for a friend but ran out of time.

[ripchris77]

[drinkspookyjuice]

BETTER LEFT UNSAID

[theeyeofglaucon]

A single memory.

A hand being held.

Eyes closed

And the world disappears.

Suddenly, I hold on tight.

I slip into your fingers,

Deeper than I realize.

Until i fall into you

And asleep

-Do atoms touch?-

Or

-First contact-

[albertxylin]

Dimming Light

Over the course of months, A portable lamp with built-in battery Slowly gets dimmer. Day by day the change isn't noticeable, But eventually it's too weak to part the darkness. There's no failing to be found, Just physics and the laws of reality That cannot be defied just by trying harder. The solution isn't force, It's to find the connection point, Rest, And recharge.

[somethingspecial666]

[theblvcksupreme]

[luminote]

Always, almost.

[lifeinpoetry]

The wound, / the past, is still bleeding.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

[loveridden1999]

adult grief by louise glück

[poets-of-the-niight]

[French Stuff]

illustre inconnu,  je t’attends.  trouves-moi.

[aimer-imaginer-penser]

des hommes Jon by Florian Hetz

[albertxylin]

Magic Improvisation

Improvisation is a magic trick. It looks effortless and spontaneous, But any good solo is grounded in music theory, And scales and riffs give a baseline to work with. There is just as much preparation as any other piece, It just takes a different set of skills, A focus on the basics and drilling them until they flow from your fingers.

That is to say, You can accomplish things without knowing exactly how to do them. Sometimes all you need is the general shape, Some practice, And a willingness to try.

[brotherorpheus]

2:10 a.m.

should i

sleep ? am i

sleeping now?

feral night, may i pass

along your river as some

loved creature

unbound by moon

weightless across

your penitent meadow

ever-bowing in a breeze

to curl

upon a bed of wild things

and unnamed colors

adrift on dawn’s budding tide

floating

in dream chemicals

the underbrush awake

insomnolent voices

asking should i

sleep ? am i

sleeping now?