#Going Home Poem
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a piece of something i wrote
#poetry#poets of tumblr#prose#writers on tumblr#poem#original poem#dark academia#light academia#i can go anywhere i want just not home#the tortured poets department#quotes#poetryblr#spilled poetry#spilled ink#home#spilled words#web weaving#web weave
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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.
#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is#a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good#personal#“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry#that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign#also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg#i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant#parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice#this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah#i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li#i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive#so they have to find temporary housing around the area#last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis#during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences#and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first#reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed
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He would listen to mitski I think
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home fanart#latter pillar#he’s so crying hamster coded#also the poem I ripped this quote from is Kahlil Gibrans ‘defeat’#needed something that was dramatic asf#the way Hally would eat this man for breakfast lunch and dinner#am I going to draw them holding hands and kissing? yes I am#fanart#art#drawing
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"Self-lullaby", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
#I always go home to him#literature#quotes#poetry#translated literature#armenian poetry#armenian literature#vahan teryan#classic literature#my translations#poems
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How foolish of us for trying to escape the changes of life. I wonder if a flower tries to resist as the universe pulls its existence from within the seed to the bud and then petal by petal, bringing it back into the one. Maybe it just says, with all the silence of its being, thank you.
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and the universe said i love you because you are love @laikascomet
#my art#laikas comet#got hit with an inspiration burst#spurred on by me remembering laikas “let’s go home” + minecraft end poem#everyone go give this comic a read! :-)#also gonna point out the detail of the one broken star hehe
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Sometimes I still sleep with your boots on in case I am you in the dream-snows and you’re cold and you want to come home. – Joseph Fasano, “Love”
#this poem made me cry okay#and nothing breaks me like the agent carter season1 finale because of this scene#fennhoff hypnotises howard and says 'go back to a time and a place that holds your greatest shame - what would you change if you could?'#and howard hallucinates that he's standing on top of the frozen arctic and that he's found steve and he's going to bring him home#like wow okay fuck#steve rogers#steverogersedit#howard stark#howardstarkedit#stevehoward#stevehowardedit#stoward#stowardedit
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here i give u poem or wtv
#me when after seeing san jose taiko and falling asleep on the minivan on the way home instead of sleeping i write poem#all poems are love poems. this one is love poem to old car and my friends and my mom#love u car and friends and mom#good stuff. think people are very excellent#i had an insane morning yesterday u see like super surreal singapore government advertisement type morning#so i felt all funky even tho i was like heehee! cock and balls#but then we went to see san jose and friends!!!! all around!!!!! people giving me headpats holding my hand etc#and i was like. world not all bad#world soft and warm sometimes. forgiven#this is how we keep going right. one foot in front of the other. wretchedly wretchedly#with love#anyway#poetry#poem#words#my writing#my stuff
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i tried to find myself in the stars but i was too small for them. then i tried to find myself in the trees but i moved too much for them. then i tried to find myself in the sea and i cared too much for it to accept me. then i tried to find myself in god but i wasn't divine enough for her. then i tried to find myself in the government but i don't enjoy having power enough for them. and i tried to find myself in the work of my hands and of my mouth but it was always imperfect and i got too tired too quickly and i tried to find myself in stories but i never leave my room and i tried to find myself in the void of space but it's nothing and i'm something. i even tried to find myself in myself but i couldnt recognize anything id ever done. exhausted eventually i went back home to find something familiar but i was a stranger in my own house and nobody recognized me anymore for the world had changed me in ways they couldn't understand so really what the fuck am i supposed to do now?
#ray's tag#this one's actually a poem and its titled 'some brand new type of Whatever The Fuck This Thing Is'#keys' writing#poetry#writing#im gonna go like. work on the draft ive got or something i fucking guess#still have 30mins left to go before i can go home
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Let me come home to you.
I have been shivering for what feels like
Forever.
Encircle me in your arms,
Hold me so tight I feel my ribs start to break,
And let me hide in you.
Let your voice be my lullaby,
Let your lips be the antidote
To such a deadly fog.
I can offer nothing but a tired soul,
Who sees warm gold in every fibre of your being-
I beg for nothing,
But I beg of you.
Bring me home.
x
#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled ink#poem#spilled thoughts#original poem#heartbreak#sad thoughts#mental health#bring me home#don't let me go#don't let me drown#i'm screaming#i'm still here#but i'm scared#poems#poetry#lost and tired#sad poems#or something like that
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Kaveh Akbar, from "Portrait of the Alcoholic with Home Invader and Housefly," in Calling a Wolf a Wolf
#kaveh akbar#calling a wolf a wolf#portrait of the alcoholic with home invader and housefly#poetry#poem#literature#fragments#typography#.ttf#ngl the metaphors are going over my head but augh their illustration#the color of them#not any literal colors but just AUGH HOW DO I DESCRIBE IT AGDJGLH#anyways im enjoying this collection so far :3c
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I'm ready to leave
The maddening spin
Be back on pacific time
In coastal mode
A slower pace
Less socializing
Less traffic
A lull as rhythmic
As the waves on the shore
#sanddollarpoems#spilled ink#poem#poetry#writeblr#my poem#quick write#looking forward to going home#back to my chill coastal life
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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thing I am normal abt #1: the simile Homer chose to describe Odysseus at the end of the 5th rhapsody of the Odyssey
(translation by Emily Wilson)
#Odysseus#The Odyssey#Homer#Emily Wilson#quotations#epics#poetry#characters#ceci je l'ai fait#listen. for all Odysseus's bravado & confidence & talent‚ he is not ultimately compared to a tidal wave or a cyclone or a storm#his persistence is not the persistence of the Iliad! this is the epic of timeworn embraceable life remember!#he is embers. the flame of his life has been beaten back & doused to mere embers#& it's all he can do to make sure he doesn't go out#not even like. reignite or flare up or w/e. Odysseus is not a bushfire here. here‚ he is on the brink of being extinguished#which is of course never an option#of course he thinks of nothing but clinging to life. of course he does#ALSO. CLINGING TO LIFE IN A BED FOR TWO MADE BY HIS OWN HANDS. UNDER OLIVE TREES#this is not lost on me#also ridiculously cute image in the sentence after he piles up his lil leaf bed#'Seeing this‚ the hero who had suffered for so long was happy.'#picture book ass sentence#but also. POIGNANT. HHHHH#bc he is a hero of epic!! & he has suffered!!! for so very long!!!!#it's ongoing! everyone else got to go home after the war. not him!!#the image of this grizzled grimy war hero beaten to shit half drowned naked freezing & on the brink of passing out#making a little den of leaves & going :) at it. god......... this POEM#TIMEWORN EMBRACEABLE LIFE INDEED!! thenks John Miles Foley for my life
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let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending
#look away until you want to imagine a domestic peaceful life with red. whatever#I’ve always loved this part of the show his happy home at the motel#the blacklist#raymond reddington#*#video#this is just. a visual representation of what willow and I have been talking about#the chance for him to have a happy normal safe life. with the people he loves. doesn’t have to feel selfish or guilty about it#he doesn’t have to pretend anymore#sometimes he remembers the past and maybe he gets scared but not a lot. he’s so happy. he’s not going to lose it.#this is my AU I can say he’s not going to lose it#at the risk of sounding even crazier my favorite walt whitman poem has a line#‘I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you’#yeah.#a home for both of us
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Classifications
(formed on the basis of scientific study and highly objective criteria of course)
Odysseus: Homer's guy (polytropos, trickster-warrior-king, really really wants to get home)
Ulysses: Virgil's guy (every Trojan in unison: booooo), also Dante's guy and that of people copying Dante (adventurer, wanderlust and desire for knowledge)
Ody: Jorge Rivera-Herrans's guy (guilt complex, morals broken by the world, also really really wants to get home)
Ulysses, italicized: Not actually a guy (whatever James Joyce was doing idk I'm not a modernist)
#this post brought to you by me running across tennyson's poem 'ulysses' and going '??? oh this must be /dante's/ guy he's writing about'#he wants to take to the sea again with his mariners instead of spending his old age at home ruling his dull country#(sure jan)
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