from the corners of my conscience

in which i write for 30 minutes every day. some is good, a lot is literal ass on wheels and most is just down right depressing.

[sayburgundy]

Then spit us out reborn.

[feral-ballad]

“Poor me, limited to my own form.”

— Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Joanna Trzeciak, from Miracle Fair: Selected Poems of Wisława Szymborska; “I am too close for him…”

[neckkiss]

By Kenny Barker

[ehais]

[sulfur]

[luthienne]

Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)

[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]

[the-original-clock-spider]

[sonnywortzik]

Saiba, 1858

[bnmxfld]

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

[academiaa-a]

When Bukowski said “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

[weltenwellen]

E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[thewildetyme-deactivated2021020]

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

[darkacademyrimbaud]

[greeksblog]

"You can't love someone unless you love yourself first". Bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

But you.

Oh God, I loved you so much

I forgot what hating myself felt like.

[uneventfull]

2 October 2020

don’t say that you love me

i’ll take it too far

an innocent splinter

turned permanent scar

tell me i’m wicked

unlock the bell jar

just don’t say that you love me

i’ll take it too far

[uneventfull]

30 September 2020

you told me one hundred and eighteen items

compose the universe

and we are all them, and they are all us

that water was one away

from turning poison, and likewise

oxygen two away from deadly

and i’m certain if i could have anything in the world

it would be those two atoms

so i could say i took your breath away

[uneventfull]

29 September 2020

i used to count the days in

steps taken, in

glances stolen, in

words pricking my ears

measured warmth of the sun by

the minutes she revolved around me, in

the fiery intimacy of her arms on

my skin

and of the moon who watches over

her beloved earth amid

the stars, gave no courtesy but

locked eyelids and wandering dreams

the world twirls rapidly like

a top on the pavement and

i am the child whose joy is

its purpose

spin, spin, spin for me until

i become the gravity. despite

the force acquired, found, below

i fall—down, down, down

i mark each day out

now in air exhaled out,

in hands stretched out,

in thoughts beyond their maker

[uneventfull]

28 September 2020

i used to count the days in

steps taken, in

glances stolen, in

words pricking my ears

i measured the warmth of the sun by

the minutes she revolved around me, in

the fiery intimacy of her arms on

my skin

and of the moon who watches over

her beloved earth amid

the stars, i gave no courtesy but

locked eyelids and wandering dreams