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[firstfullmoon]

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

[two-bees-poetry]

my voice is in my sword

[weltenwellen]

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

[somebodyssongbird]

Why does our perception Of gender Change the tone In which we read someone's work?

My woman is stoic My man is soft spoken Anywhere I fall on the spectrum is loud Or terribly quiet

[somebodyssongbird]

This is not poetry It's just me Adding line breaks To a thought

[drearydaffodil]

Lips twisted into

A whisper, a wry secret

An empty, sad smile

My eyes softly imploring

A heaven that's turned away

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Hey so that was a great date, yeah, but I don't think it's going to work out. Nono you didn't do anything wrong, and I have indeed had a crush on you since we started high school, it's just... well, I didn't want to bring it up at the time but we kinda got sucked into a portal fantasy midway through. We saved the kingdom over and over, relying on our knowledge of and trust in each other every time, throwing ourselves into the firing line to protect each other and using each others' conviction as a rock. We got married and lived a happy life together until the portal sucked us back mid-battle and you gave up all your memories of our journey in order to save my life right when we ended up back in the coffee shop. Yeah that was when I got a bit weird and went to the bathroom.

Anyway I thought we could push on and make the date work but I have all of these memories of secrets that this you never chose to share, decisions that this you never made, and intimacies that this you never experienced. And it's kind of screwing with the vibe yeah. Also on the date it was really, blatantly clear that you're sixteen whereas I have memories of ruling a fantasy kingdom for thirty years so like... that's a problem all on its own. Anyway this you just feels more like a daughter to me. A daughter with the woman I gave my heart and soul to over and over and received like in return, only to lose her forever on the journey home. On the plus side I can definitely help you with your math homework now.

[lite-aid]

i'll say it again if it means i want more

she dances on glass she agrees with the floor

a hum in her throat a bee in her shoe

i'll say it again if she'll say it to you

[sdbea]

Infinity

Between a and b

exist infinite me’s

no matter how close

a and b

still, there are infinite me’s

I suppose this is what people mean

by not being able to see

the wood for the trees

but there is no kindling here,

no rosewood rise

Stony-faced, implacable,

just a graveyard of I’s,

solipsism in the skies.

s.d.bea

[iamdusttoo]

Stars and night wrapped, I

am dry and warm

My tired little heart beats, beats

Curled in straw, safe, snug

The basket of my ribs

Left open tonight

There is nowhere to be

You, me, and the quiet breaths in between

[thoradvice]

i hope that these colder months are warmer than you feel, and that love permeates through. i hope that joy persists, that your mind is kind to you. i hope that this season is sweeter than the last

[palladiumfragments]

it can't kill you if you giggle during armageddon 

put some shoes on those tender feet, leave the periwinkle glasses on the nightstand. the house is lodged in between the teeth of a rabid dog but you have a sanity to keep. abandon the hope of waking up because this is not a dream, a long way from the halcyon days of nonchalantly watching the sky burn from afar, sitting at the bottom of swimming pools so you can deny the truth a little longer. 

the four horsemen are on your porch. tall, imposing figures you couldn't get away from. they're in the same car as you, you see them on the television, they occasionally slip into your dreams, you feel them in the cadence of your friends' voices. in fact, they've been here forever. when you were eight, when you thought you saw them in your soup, it wasn't pareidolia, they were really in your soup. 

so grit your teeth. bring a knife to a fistfight. build a temple for medusa and then slit a horse's throat at the altar. watch how your blood mingles with water in the white sink. pretend your heart didn't break over the roadkill. waterboard yourself with the bitterest coffee until you're sharp enough to see through the mist. you've lived through many apocalypses, darling, might as well walk this one off.

[pacey-grey]

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

[heartweary-writing]

Looking across the room,

Only for our eyes

To meet,

Boom.

My heart, a flower,

That bursts with color,

A slow-motion, burning,

Bloom.

You are entrancing

In all of your phases,

And I, the sea, dance to you,

My Moon.

J. K. L

[symphonicseauxl]

Beyoncé - Plastic Off the Sofa (Violin Cover)

IG: Tyrone Marcell Violin

[definegodliness]

28-6-2022, “… happy end.”

[smakkabagms]

71. I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. 72. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one’s solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it? - No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms.

Maggie Nelson, Bluets (via smakkabagms)