#Poem thing after

[psalm40speakstome]

There is a tribunal in my mind. And I am pronounced guilty every single time.

[lotrmusical]

poll time. yes this is just a ploy to get people to recommend me poems

if yes, let me know which poems/recite some for me in the tags!

[fairydrowning]

in order to live a happy life, you must romanticize everything (and see a good therapist).

[olliegolliegee]

there are like two or three topics that are fucking scary to rant about even on tumblr. like gahhhhhh what if im just whining. or i'm being really weird. or whatever it is is really weird.

[midnightdemonhunter]

I say, Then it’s not love anymore.

Michael says, It was love up to then though.

[inkskinned]

"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"

dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.

but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.

the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.

so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.

we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.

now leave us alone.

[lovethytendytenderly]

Sunrise, Louise Glück, x x x x x x x x x x x

[chirpsythismorning]

INTERESTING a storyline that ppl say would be impossible for Mike bc of x y z and yet here is Jack Mcphee in Dawson's Creek living his forced conforming lifestyle, dating a girl and denying his sexuality, having a mental breakdown in his nuclear family front hallway and everything...

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Could I please request a webweave about complex feelings on being an only child?

unfortunately i couldn't find anything specifically related to being an only child but i am also an only child and i interpreted this as being really lonely so a lot of these are related to that. i hope this is what you were looking for <33

Amy Dunne / CJ Hauser The Crane Wife / Dante Émile After Cameron Awkward-Rich / Richard Siken Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out / pinterest / Sally Rooney Conversations With Friends

[swearingcactus]

and he helped, and bled, and away he fled, with all the knack of a stardust speck. //little v as a cryptid story the nomads tell around the fireplace

[toddtakefive]

few will understand demiromantic gay neil but i do

[nenoname]

me: oh i totally get it if some folks dont jive with same coin theory, plus it's strange to conceptualise at first--

me when i see people call it lame:

[swasdoodles]

Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

Wonderland kids. Full versions under cut.

[mango-season]

Ada Limón, "After You Toss Around the Ashes", from Bright Dead Things

[elexuscal]

i must've made a post about this like a decade ago when it happened, and even writing it i know it sounds like a "and then everybody clapped" moment. but it's been on my mind with the current Gravity Falls renaissance-- the release of the Book of Bill (I still gotta read it) and my sister watching the series for her first time with me.

But okay. Go back nearly a full year; I'm teaching English. This sounds very sophisticated but I assure you it was not. I was in [Asian location redacted] and I was in the unhealthy environment of the Children Educational-Industrial Complex. e.g. a bunch of tutor centres that promise the moon for giving kids as young as six the edge to put on their eventual university applications, that are very mismanaged and underpay the actual new college grads doing the teaching.

okay, so that's the situation. On Saturdays I work a whole gamut of classes on drama and poetry and theatre, from like the wee toddlers to eighteen year olds working on reciting Macbeth.

I'm teaching like a 2-hour session of the 8-10 year olds, and we take a ten minute break. I drink some water, eat an orange, enjoy having a couple brief moments of me time, etc.

The room I'm teaching in has windows into the wall that also functions as the white board. Coming back in from the break, I see the kids have scrawled all over it in the board marker pen-- genuinely not an issue, I told them to have fun. But the center piece of their little recess is a triangle with a bowtie and red eyes, looking impressively ominous.

The kids look at me. They giggle; their expressions are mischievous, challenging. They want me to comment on it, and more to the point, they want me to be confused.

I cock my head and I say, "He's missing his tophat."

and the kids all LOSE THEIR FUCKING SHIT

[decisions-at-3am]

Do you ever think of me As I have thought of you?

I saw the scribblings of Muddled lines from your life. Day-to-day inspirations, All carefully collected.

I wanted to know how it felt. So I wrote, day and night. But I may have been mistaken, You, the subject of what I write.

It's increasingly clear that, I do not have varied interests. Everything loops back to you, You are my forever muse.