What I am not

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

what dimension is this 

[x-sdm]

Look at those fucking brows omg

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

i keep a cherry in my teeth

to season each east, pull the setting

from imagined to horizontal defeat,

company tax laughs kettled on thumbtacks

where we now take our tea,

where i bless the surgeon that scalpels you from me,

on a winding road we plot protagonists

and water them until, like candy, they degrade,

purchase sugar in their names, tarriffs for each

governing mistake, you outside, me on the outskirts of a shadow

by some smudging shade,

coming out from a cloud, coming out to denounce

the gods of our present ways.

[x-sdm]

hey i have a crush on you

Hey I have a huge crush on you!!!!!! Wanna hang out today???

[x-sdm]

will u marry me

Fuck yes, everyday

[x-sdm]

Fake gay, 3 pump and dump chump, she’ll never love you. You’re just safe for her, right now. She will come back.

y i k e s

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

a godless symphony

i’m happy when it rains

because i like when the earth

breathes on our necks but never quite

snaps them.

i repeat because language repeats

because i’m happy when it rains

and the air

is

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

guess who’s back and ready for an alternate ending to the last jedi

[blazeofgold-deactivated20190921]

i know this isn’t really original but im obsessed with how english words that refer to the bodily, the tangible, the elemental etc are so often of anglo-saxon/germanic origin e.g. (heart, blood, jaw, flesh) or observable phenomena, like adjectives describing light (glisten, gloaming, glitter, gleam, gloom, glow, dark, fire) or places (hearth, hall, hill), and the most stark, primal emotions or states (hate, love, life, lust, death) and of course fuck, shit, bitch, cunt etc– these often monosyllabic, consonant heavy words…and then you have the lilting, limpid romance/latinate, words like acquiesce and exacerbate and agrarian and pellucid and clemency and lucidity…and how maybe the secret of all great english language poetry is a textural balancing of the push-pull of the germanic and the romantic/latinate, a balancing of these two energies. like some of the most powerful moments in shakespeare are where the verbosity falls away and you have these plain utterances (“to be or not to be” or lear’s dying “look there look there”– all anglo saxon words) that are so powerful precisely because the language is so ornate elsewhere. i once came up with an elaborate wildly incoherent theory about this in the pub with some drunk american masters student who was dressed like harry styles

[glassbonespaperskin]

[oliviamobbs]

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

fuck me all the way up

[x-sdm]

Uhm....uh....fuckin love of my life. Garbage, trash, fucking trash, ultimate trash, fight us, we're trash monsters.

[poetryaboutmilkduds]

!!!!!!!!!! is today real lmk ?????

[airframeextender]

June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.

[x-sdm]

Turning

Stone, crumbling,

She breathes.

Unending, this cycle.

Can't help but watch as life manifests old craftsmanship,

Years of trial and error,

"Practice makes perfect",

Bestowed upon this.

I watch her scratch her arm and write,

In blood of her own/In her own blood,

"Perfect practice makes perfect"

She smiles and I smile back/She smiles and I smile with her,

"This is love"

An utterence from the void,

The earth nods, turning on it's axle,

And we pray.

[jawnkeets]

sylvia plath (from fever 103°)

[antoniettabrandeisova]

The Piazetta in Venice by Night, Henry Pether (British, 1828–1865)