#MY SILENT NIGHT JUST MASH YOUR LIPS AGAINST ME WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK

[tinogiehd]

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[tomgrcg]

I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.” snow and dirty rain / Richard Siken

[shortnotsweet]

“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube…We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

― Richard Siken

[malaisequotes]

“Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken

[whatsupwalnut]

I am singing now while Rome burns.

We are all just trying to be holy.

My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[baladric]

richard siken's snow and dirty rain rly is the perfect poem. it has everything you could ever need: words, beats, those long noodles you love so much, uhh tenderness,, crying,,, we are all just trying to be holy my applejack my silent night just mash your lips against me we are all going forward none of us are going back

[starcunning]

the gold room

i had a dream about you.

we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.

...

we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so i said what do you want, sweetheart?

and you said kiss me.

here i am, leaving you clues.

i am singing now while garlemald burns.

we are all just trying to be holy.

my applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

we are all going forward.

none of us are going back.

[herlostlover]

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[nowsakshee]

We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube... We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[tinogiehd]

every couple hours the gold room poem comes back into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it. I had a dream about you we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. how do I recover from that

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU. WE WERE IN THE GOLD ROOM WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY GETS WHAT THEY WANT. YOU SAID TELL ME ABOUT YOU BOOKS, YOUR VISIONS MADE OF FLESH AND LIGHT and i said This is the Moon, this is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My apple jack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[mycannibalromance]

read snow and dirty rain again if anyone needs me i will be sustaining brain damage

[gocatboygo]

oh god if youre trying to get over a guy dont read richard siken dont read richard siken

[th3-n3w-fac3-of-failur3]

quotes from crush by richard siken that put my brain on spin cycle

"tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us" (1)

"there's a part in the movie/ where you can see right through the acting" (4)

"and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless/ he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you/ didn't do." (22)

"things happen all the time, things happen every minute/ that have nothing to do with us." (24)

"you do this, you do. you take the things you love/ and tear them apart." (24)

"i said kiss me here and here and here/ and you did." (28)

"your jeep. your teeth. the coffee that you bought me./ the sandwich cut in half on the plate." (30)

literally all of the poem saying your names

"because you want to die for love/ you always have" (39)

"he cannot get the bullet out, he thinks, he can't, and then, he does./ a little piece of grit to build a pearl around" (49)

also all of you are jeff 24

"it's simple. it isn't over, it's just begun. it's green. it's still green" (59)

"we have not touched the stars/ nor are we forgiven" (60)

"evidence of a love that transcends hunger/ is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?" (60)

"we are all just trying to be holy. my applejack/ my silent night, just mash your lips against me/ we are all going forward. none of us are going back" (62)

"i made this place for you. a place for you to love me" (62)

^^ the entire last poem is so 🥵🥵🥵

[siken-archive]

Snow and Dirty Rain

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I'm thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I'm thinking This is where we live. When we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It's not because our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it's getting cold. We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We've read the back of the book, we know what's going to happen. The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt. And then it's gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all in Heaven. But there's a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands and record stores. Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one. We have been very brave, we have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes. This dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms. Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now. Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It's a fairy tale, the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished halls, lightning here and gone. We make these ridiculous idols so we can pray to what's behind them, but what happens after we get up the ladder? Do we simply stare at what's horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next? The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they're only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren't stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right through if the skin wasn't trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is. So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields? Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets? I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter's heart, the hunter's mouth, the trees and the trees and the space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere. I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It's beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube... We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[lacefuneral]

-Three excerpts from "Snow and Dirty Rain" from Crush (2005) by Richard Siken

[Transcript:]

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close

to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me

with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending

to sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imagine

my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots

in the slatted light. I'm thinking My plant, his chair,

the ashtray that we bought together. I'm thinking This is where

we live. When we were little we made houses out of

cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It's not because

our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we

struggle with. The attempt to say Come Over. Bring

your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making

those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly;

my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing

for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,

and this is the map of my heart, the landscape

after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is

a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me

tight, it's getting cold. We have not touched the stars,

nor are we forgiven, which brings us back

to the hero's shoulders and a gentleness that comes,

not from the absence of violence, but despite

the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,

the gold light falling backwards through the glass

of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place

for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars

for you? That I would take you there? The splash

of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

—•—

Moonlight making crosses

on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

—•—

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube . . . We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[clintnatalias]

help the richard siken voice in my head is back and it keeps going "Here I am, leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back."