words from a lydian world :

"Wishing I could collect impressions with my head buried in clouds." | @putalydonit

[thoughtandforgotten]

I have forgotten in full The house I painted as a child’s Forgotten hometown. Same walls today Like cages, hug me. Mine and yours are Different hometowns Painted nostalgia In rainbow colours Hometown is Protected by mothers, In masculine gestures Genuine meaningful Mine given with emotion Hidden in cold hands. Lost his heart I Left my hometown.

Inspired by Magnus SIgurdsson’s Vertrahugur

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Time floating past our mouths with grapes I bought on sale. Olives dipped in artichoke, spread on home made buns, accompanied by bubbling tonic;  follow the stream through mountain valley where parades of petals mix with sweet wine, slow and steady. Garnish with lemon flowers, tulips, and your hand on my head in your lap. Lose sleep to each other and guilty pleasures; Warm sleep awaits these quiet moments.

Row row your boat gently

[new-poets-society]

— careful dreaming || thoughtandforgotten

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A small giraffe small in the room, unseen, oh no, no one must mention it. I hid it well: my great big secret. Many told me hide it! hide it! hide! But then one day, the clamour faded; changed to soft, a different tone. The great big man had changed his mind. He said it’s fine we love you all, come out don’t hide. He said it’s fine to have long necks, don’t be afraid, we love you now. And many said the same. In fact, they shouted cried and clamoured so, until I had to—simply had to. Here! I waved my neck. I sobbed, relieved from years of neck cramps. Noisy crackle pops. They sounded from my long detested neck now free.

what spots what necks 

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Pour me another glass, I’ll buy our next round. Keep us warm. Dreamlit bar on a Wednesday. No alcoholics Only anonymous. Watch the bottom of your glass where golden luck shivers and hides your fortune. Bottoms up until the lights turn on. Keep the taps flowing.

Fellow sadface

(happy holidays!)

[thoughtandforgotten]

Mother gave me heart, but you gave me art which in the darkest dark when I am alone penetrates and sings me to sleep.

“lullaby” marginalia, 23/100

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Florence is the beauty of a metropolis sprawling history detached from my own, so that I may walk amongst the art through the years and look only for beautiful words and pictures . The crux of the matter is this: language without utility gives voice to a different sort of music, only heard if I listen carefully.

thoughts from florence, marginalia 22/100

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What am I, but homeless? And yet, I sleep in a bed in a rectangle room in a roofen house. I said to you, motherland, can’t I—sad child—be yours?  won’t you take me? You said, Go forth and conquer. Dear home, I cringe to conquer you. I am your queer  Beloved. Anyways,  your vast love is unconquerable.

to my home (via thoughtandforgotten)

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Dear china-girl, I met you in an alleyway when your desperation soaked the streets. The scent sprawled out like a painting “draw me like one of your french girls” except for the fact that I could see the hills rolling down your body. At least cover yourself in sheets. Disgusting I left without peeking, never looked back. You are the mirror I cracked— that time I showered until my skin blistered and the hair splintered from my scalp— I was angry? But now you’ve become my shadow Is this your revenge? China-girl let go of my foot.

roll up the window, marginalia 4/10 (via thoughtandforgotten)

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Nothing you will ever say to me will suffer from lack of connotation and it sucks, because everything good you will ever say to me will be to a laugh track of lies.

“Who’s not good for whom”, marginalia 21/100

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Dear my body, Abstract food dragged you kicking and screaming into this deserted desert drowning in sandy debris. The letters read my thoughts to you– can't you go away? become nothing? be better? I told myself that I would never be a mom because perfection is my guilty pleasure fantasies of perfection tears of failure and  I'm so sorry because you are my heart negligence is abuse and I never tell you that  I love you— what I wished I was told  when I was young. I'll try to be kinder, yours.

“dear my body” Writing prompt #69: Write a letter apologizing to your body for any hatred or ingratitude you may have expressed

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Spring is my favourite season on the darkest days of winter (but not the nights). I want it the most, when quiet becomes silenced, and my fingers ache, don't tingle; cause: frozen air choking the blood inside me. I look forward to spring—so much, oh man— that wet muddy season of rebirth and growth and growing pains, when I crumple dead leaves in my fist. Blood stains my journal—dripping from dry split lips and dry cracked palms. That's when I wish for drowning spring rivers, sloshing the grey winter gush away.

“November thoughts”, marginalia 20/100 

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7 billion trees cut down per year, billions more wait, solemnly alive. 7 billion humans living— gone, in one day? I can only imagine a quiet last day, if luck allows, with loved ones. Sleep the day away, enjoy each others' spaces, eat good food— homecooked— drink horrible wine— good wine's expensive. Share those dreams that will always be reality in my dreams, and now remembered in our memories— the most eternal reality of them all. One last song of clinked wine glasses, laughter, and cheers.

“solemnly alive, yours sincerely”

wnq-writers, writing prompt #70

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Dead leaves quiescent pop crackle until snow grows Reappearing rivers break through ice petrified maple Morning sun goodbye to midnight's dew on bone dry veins

“autumn leaves”, writerscreed week 49 challenge: dry bones

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my arms are full of pillows and my pillows miss your hair

“like sand, getting everywhere”

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dear girl, (1) remember how you have never been ‘girl’ the next time it feels like girl is all you are (2) tag yourself as human the next time someone human begs and you can choose to care (3) but keep your heart the next time a boy wants and you don’t want to give (4) sleep a little longer the next time only your pillows hugs your sobs away (5) hug a little tighter the next time beloveds barely loved must say again goodbye (6) chew your food the next time fat threatens your brain with cacophonous disgust (7) choose the truth the next time omitting is hard to swallow (8) bend someone else the next time your legs fall asleep from bending (9) be patient the next time you lose your place in life (10)  let love breathe the next time you cannot

10 advice to myself

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twice goodbye is fare thee well well we said see you soon but the tears welling up wave farewell

“so long feels like farewell”