#Minute Poem

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[matildazq]

Write the Year 2024—Week 49: Late-Night Talkshit

This is a very dumb Minute Poem about insomnia. Not even my insomnia, but a circle-of-hell text chain with my siblings about my mother’s insomnia. Basically, I am now trapped 24/7 in one of the shitty supposed-to-have-been-a-solution-but-deeply-fucked-me-up-way-worse-than-I-was-before-I-ever-sought-a-solution-and-I-will-never-even-get-back-to-before-I-got-fucked-up-by-it sessions. So.…

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

thumbnails:

sketch cover thing for imgur link:

[sualne]

right under my eye

[eustacedekolta]

a lil diddy inspired by @two-bees-poetry . i have never written a contrapuntal before this very moment. so sorry

[spookygibberish]

On Envy

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I AM A CHASM THROUGH AND THROUGH

A HUNGRY HOLLOW VOID

EVERY JEWEL THAT’S EVER GLITTERED

COULD NOT HOPE TO FILL MY THROAT

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[gothhabiba]

Colonizers write about flowers they keep their metaphors on ice lest they grow stale or they pickle them for posterity

if I pick flowers they are sliced up into hindba' bzeit or if I embroider quranful onto tea towels it is for Palestine if I pickle liffit or write or pluck or weave it is for Palestine and everything is wrapped up in plastic and everything is by proxy

I know I am an American because my mouth fills with blood when I speak

tell us where is our posterity are these children mine or yours or ours but anyway

fuck your Biden-Harris yard signs fuck your lawnmowers when they kill my chicory and fuck Poetry Magazine

after Noor Hindi, "Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying," Poetry, December 2020

5-minute poem with prompt word "flower" and the suggestion of taking inspiration from this Noor Hindi poem: prompt from @unlivedtenderness give me a prompt of your own with a $5 USD donation to Mohammed & Samar's campaign. Venmo: gothhabiba | Paypal: paypal.me/Najia | Cashapp: $NajiaK (with note "🍓" or "strawberry")

[charbies]

Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:

Was ever grief like mine?

[kafk-a]

[affinitystoryblog]

Though we are not meant to be, We shall seal our bond with Fate's Kiss, And prosper in the depths of Hell

so that one ballet pose...

[theftshrubbery]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREAM! 💚⭐️

the minecraft end poem read by us to you :)

[padawansuggest]

Mace: *dragging Kenobi and Vos out of the slam poetry night by their tunic collars and stops Tholme and Jinn from leaving them behind* No, you heard our rules after last week’s incident, they’ve been banned!

Qui-Gon: *ready to argue* What in the galaxy could my sweet baby padawan have done to get kicked out?

Tholme: I must admit, despite Jinn’s willful ignorance, I understand that mine could get banned, but he never mentioned it so I would like to know what he did.

Mace: Obi-Wan wrote a poem about a galaxy wide war that gave seventeen people True Visions and I had a shatterpoint migraine till last night. So for him it’s either me or him in that room and I’m the host so it’s me.

Qui-Gon: *taking a sheepish Obi-Wan into his arms for a pity cuddle cause that poem had led to like four straight days of council sessions and an enslaved Dathomiri child being found in a senator’s house on Naboo* To be fair. Obi-Wan had some good points.

Tholme: I’m scared to ask. What did mine do?

Mace: He didn’t write a poem so he went up to the mic and started licking it. It was the most disgusting noise I ever heard. If he gets near a mic I might have to drop kick him. Safer for him out here.

Tholme: *deep sigh of sadness* Yeah that sounds like something he’d do.

[clispectors]

love, jealousy & rivalry

a lover's discourse by roland barthes / challengers (luca guadagnino) / asking about you by eloise klein healy

[nighttime-thoughts]

I promise to remember all too well.

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[isawken]

i need to have my background cut away from me with the lasso tool so i can finally wander free, unfettered, unburdened, as a .png