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@writteninjoy2
I am not who I used to be. I don't think like her, I don't look like her, and I thank God for this.
It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
June 8th 2026
love is a window in time- the briefest of forevers
like the kitchen window of my childhood home, when the evening sun fell sideways landing through the glass turning dust to fire.
i remember standing there- barefoot on cool linoleum, the backyard stretching out past the fig trees, and the cinder-block fence that held in nothing but our small idea of the world.
we were laughing at something- i don’t remember what -and that’s how it is. the words go first -while the light stays.
for a moment everything was suspended- the hum of cicadas, the slow drift of smoke from a neighbor’s burn pile, my father’s voice somewhere behind me singing to no one in particular.
and within that square of gold i believed- without effort, without question that this was it. this warmth that could not possibly end. this sky beyond the fence had chosen us for its forever.
but the light shifted, as it always does. the sun slipped lower. the room cooled- and the laughter quietly moved into memory.
love is not the years that follow. It is the way the air felt in that narrow band of evening- how your face held the sun, how my chest ached with something too large to name.
love is a window in time. -we do not live there.
we pass it, touch the glass, and carry the warmth long after the light has gone.
I gotta say I find it difficult to respect people writing poetry about headlines. There's this world, this universe, this humanity, love and art... the soul matters.
I know the arguments, don't bother.
a moment just for us a special love blossoms through the years i will always pause and thank you for the kindness nestled in each heart
©️-Aubrie-2025
november
my heart races at the thought of it.
i can’t see my own face without a mirror- why should a poem of mine look back at me with any hint of grace?
the words once came like whispers- a ghost leaning close as i walked through my day. now the voice is faint, an echo from a hallway i can no longer quite discern.
age has thinned the distance between silence and despair. i fumble for meaning, for the leap my younger self once made without thinking.
now i write to make space- to push these borrowed thoughts an arm’s length away, watching them settle into shapes i might recognize, even if only in this muted light- hoping some part of me still remembers how to speak.
One for the ages but I lost count, lost track
standing in the new world
forgetting what I came for
following the only drum I knew
quarter notes for the old guard
keeping time
we only came for the view
Staff of The Voiceless
There are names on here and blogs in this post that I wish everyone on tumblr knew and had the pleasure to read!! RTV was STACKED with talent that I'd still to this day put against most literary mags!! I miss those on this list not on tumblr anymore! Once a part of Recognizing The Voiceless...always RTV!! We grew even bigger after this post. I need to get back to RTV posting for a few!! I hope it lives forever. Anyone wanting to join to keep the love alive just reach out to me and I'll see if I can remember how to add you! ;-)
Kevin (Creator) - takingstockofwhatmattersmost
Rachael - mobbleberry
Antoinette - innermedley
Joy - aquietjoy
Sunny - lessons-in-morbidity
Sarah - flightedd
Roggy - roggyscanvas
Carole - the-third-way
Dennis - therealvagabondking
Elianna(R.I.P.) - sheddinpetals
Rueberry - the-mind-of-rueberry
Will - fromtheheartofmymind
Nikz - thewritersaddress
Matt - matt-is-just-around-the-corner
Ethiel - ethielswords
Krystal - neverthegreyer
Shermeanuhh - shermeanuhh.tumblr.com
Noelle - ordinarywonder
Erin - misserinscott
Maryanne - homosexualheartthrob
Matt - raisethecurve
Meg - thedevilsprostitute
Sanam - alfaazkibarsaat
Brian - h0wls-with-w0lves
Keri - aswiftsunset
Solange - shesanargonaut
Cari - anonymole
Aditi - esn13
George - ink-slinger12
Tony - lonestardown
Alex - littleact
Jayla - poemsofthequiet
Ann - sanddollarpoems
Wolfie - desayunogratis
Christine - myphantomlimbs
Jas - jasremindmetobreathe
Vanessa - returnpoint
Peaches - kudipeaches
Amy - myalphabetinmotion
Alexandra - hercautionarytales
Shellie - battlingsunlight
Lauren - lzlabs
Frankie - wordsforspring
James - introversionofateenagepoet
Janie - republicofthebees
Colin - thelostboy1795
Liz - the-apology-peach
it's Kayla's birthday today
Sweet, sweet Elianna. I can’t believe you’ve been gone almost as many years as we had you.
I sat thinking of her last night while I watched the sunset from the balcony of my apartment. My god, at 16 we could have never pictured this life. The art on our walls all of our choosing in every room. A pair of keys that is all our own. A caddy full of teas, citrus and otherwise. Marmalade I bought in the cabinet, ready to be spread. Everything our decision. I wish she was here to see it. I wish she knew it was possible. I hope she knows I live in these moments for her.
On my birthday with my sons.
“Adventures Through the Multiverse”
Joy looks up as the console beeps, alerting her to the fact that one of the spheres within her holo-map of the giant, seemingly limitless Multiverse has registered a hit… She touches the sphere to check the data, and it’s clear: she found yet another version of herself in a parallel reality.
And now, just like before, there is only one option: she must murder this version of herself before this version of her kills her own version of herself first.
Since discovering the methods and technology that could enable one to travel between the various alternate universes via the nebulous void that connects all versions of reality, Joy quickly came to the realization that if this version of herself could make this discovery, then the other Joys could too…
And as her first thought immediately was “I must kill them and rob them of their life savings before they do the same to me”, she knows it was likely their first thought as well. And so, obviously, the only proper thing to do is to find them and kill them first (which the other Joys may rudely be trying to do to her as well).
Luckily, in all of the Multiverses she’s found herself in so far, she is the first version of herself to make this discovery and has gotten the jump on every single version of Joy she has encountered yet. Most weren’t even scientists working on the Hidden Multiverse Project, so it was comically easy to take advantage of their shock from realizing they were seeing a perfect replica of themselves and shoot them in the face before they could even process it.
Or, she’d pretend that she was them from the future and that she needed their help to save the galaxy, and then they’d foolishly trust her as she lured them to a safe place for her to shoot them in the face.
From there, she’d pose as herself and withdraw all of that parallel reality’s Joy’s money from the bank, and then escape back into the nebulous void before anyone’s the wiser and on her way to a new universe, with a new Joy to kill…
Since she’s only killing and robbing herself, it’s perfectly okay, Joy reasons. It’s a victimless crime.
And there just isn’t room in the Multiverse for two Joys to exist peacefully. She knows it, they’d know it, and ya know what? It’s a shame but dangit it’s just a fact of life. There can only be one.
With the wormhole closing around her and having successfully escaped back into the nebulous void after yet another murder/robbery, Joy smiles as she crosses another Joy off the list…
831 Joys dead, and only possibly an infinity left to go.
Posted 6/28/2012
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I have this original artwork somewhere. I need to dig it out and frame it.
“The Old Mix Tape”
Finding old mix tapes Makes you nostalgic for how Lame you used to be.
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“Stranded on the Moon, High on Blur, and Watching World War 3 Destroy the Earth”
Funding for the International Moon Base had hit an all-time low.
Though it was long his childhood dream to live upon the moon, the missions have become longer, rations and supplies scarcer, and a quirk in the rotations schedule has left him alone upon the moon for the last 8 months.
He’s now nothing more than a glorified caretaker of an expensive relic that no one wants to pay for.
To pass the time, he has developed a strong addiction to “Blur”– an opiate-like hallucinogen administered through an eye dropper that creates warm soothing visions for hours a dose.
He rationalizes his addiction by telling himself that the drug causes him to breathe less of the air supply, and eat less food… which are both true, but only helps obscure the lie.
Month after month, the scheduled date to bring him back to Earth is pushed out further into the future as a tense political climate back home has made him a low priority. 8 months in solitude on the moon become 12, and then 16. In month 18, World War 3 erupts across the globe.
He watches the bombs destroy everything he once loved all through the blissful haze of Blur induced visions. The indescribable mix of sheer horror and pleasure will haunt him for the rest of his days.
By month 34, he is the last human in the galaxy.
(Starring the Timetraveler Ki! Click here to download his new song “Nebula” on iTunes)
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I don't know where he went. :(
artist's m.o./latin amo
* This- script & soundtrack; follow and play immodestly as backdrop for your life, artist - ad captandum.
They- readers, listeners, lovers; enraptured by you, to whom they’d gladly attend again & again - ad infinitum.
There - your mind, a vehicle if not yours, then whose will craft, position, to shuttle them to vistas beyond - ad astra?
These - windows into & out of themselves; through whose shall they peer, if not yours onto conceptual carpets, soaring o'er tough times & terrain, toward sunsets - ad lucem?
Those - secrets seated in your work; solitary sensations, snippets they savor unto satiation, submitting to your mystical markings - ad meliora.
Thus - your sisyphean path trod in trepidation - as is this question sought by those you serve: name your muse among muses whom we’d do well to admire and ingest, yet - ad valorem.
Enraptured followers ad captandum
in continuing quest ad infinitum
on a journey to the stars ad astra
in search of light ad lucem
to expand their paradigm ad meliora
for their intrinsic, honorable purpose; ad valorem
fueled by fertile fruit of creative souls ad augusta, per angusta
until our dying breath; ad mortem
asserting the universal cry:
“I exist!” Adsum! * 12/13 - 11/25 - lebuc - artist's m.o./latin amo *spawned by a Catholic high school education...
Remember Remember
It matters not who others believe you are or if the journey has lead you near or far remember remember you are a star Dear child of the heavens ever shining bright let your smile lead them by day and by night remember remember you are a light Soaring high butterfly gazing down from above even though some will hate be as gentle as a dove remember remember child you are love
Come crash into my atmosphere
Our every step, a choice
Fierce, fervent, fiery
Unafraid of the burn of the singe
For we know inside the sacred flame
Of our union
Is divine alchemy
That sort that leaves us both
Remade holy
Reborn whole
A love of a hundred lifetimes
A lifeline in the dark
And I choose you every time
- Viv