#bright likes poetry

[mournfulroses]

Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "The Defeated," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems

[fictionadventurer]

I run beneath the winter's icy skies while taking care to note the lovely scene so often it becomes a common sight and has no more enchantment for my eyes. Wrapped up within the veils of dull routine, to heaven's joy's I've given up the right. Yet when it seems my inattention bars my eyes from noting miracles unseen I stop to take a glimpse into the night and lose my breath to find the stars So bright

[alienoresimagines]

*In a College AU* Bucky: Come on, I wasn't that drunk! Buck: You tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Bucky: Because you are!

[etapereine]

"On Loving" by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

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[baphometsss]

thinking about this poem trick wrote in the hallelujah cadence in elven some fan's book

Don’t be sad, my heart, Our love enduring is a blessing, Our love will guide you, It will be our joy

they were 100% telling us they had a happy ending back in august someone hold me

[esoterichermetic]

(paula)

It’s been twelve years since I’ve set foot on this sacred ground The best days of my life were spent here Amounting, in total, to just about a year I walk up from the road, see you smoking a cigarette There in your truck, not a day has passed.

“Our son is in the box” shatters my halcyon The lid is the color of your eyes. “Do you wanna see him?” You tell me that you’ve got plans And our boy will be remembered I don’t want to see, I think it will break me But I’m so proud of you He got his eyes from you And his adoration of you from me

Cool Novembers in your treehouse, our hideaway Almost like That 70s Show Directed by Wes Anderson Written by Quentin Tarantino A little space heater in the corner Multi-colored throw rug on the floor Gods of chaos and creation reside here

I don’t remember the first time I made love But I remember holding you there on that rug Looking into your eyes And I’ve been lost since vessel adrift in a sea of cerulean Any illusion of grandiosity I had crumbled to ash “The neighbors complained, we had to tear it down” Repurposed lumber has the potential to create Or rot next to the pool

You invited me to swim one august “Which bikini looks better? Black or red?” I said black, you picked red Red looked better Water almost as soft as your touch, slowly rolling against my chest Pulse pounding in my eardrums While you kiss me Your hand on the back of my neck And in my shorts Mine on your cheek and hips

This is heaven

I found myself damned when once again Streams of reality came through The plastic sheeting pretending To be a sliding glass door “The house settled and the glass just broke one night. No one knew it was under that much stress” One must be aware by now Long term settling often leads to some kind of break

But metaphor was never my fortè So to drive the point home I broke my ring finger just before leaving.

Does life imitate art?

[paperconsumption]

really awesome bookstore haul today

[woundgallery]

Peter Gizzi

[malaisequotes]

“We talked for a long time, grocery bags empty on the chair, and we both talked about moving to someplace like Montana and how sometimes it would be nice to see more sky than just this little square between the bridges and buildings.”

Some Place Like Montana by Ada Limón

[euesworld]

"You are like the sun, you consume my days in your beautiful rays.. and I can do nothing but see your lovely light. Beautiful some would say, but I say that you are a goddess.. what light beams from your smile could warm the heart like a billion stars burning bright."

You are everything amazing - eUë

[milktearosethorn]

c!niki has one of the most stunning character arcs/transformations on the dream smp and i love art that depicts her development over time with her hair changing like it's so beautiful

[saresmusings]

Ada Limon - What it Looks Like to Us and the Words We Use

From: "Bright Dead Things" Sept. 2015

[shinkai-kaiju]

I was gonna be a werewoooooof for halloweeeeen goddamned iiiiiit

[impzone]

sludge boy

[nightly-ruse]

Oh Yew oh Yew what is your hue? What talons control you? Are you Blue are you Red? Where did you rest your head? Before the wolves came through and took you? Oh Yew oh Yew what is your hue? Who stole your petals away from you? A poor soul bound to lose.

@oldfacesnewdawnoffical

Less harsh version everyone look at my talons I’m so proud of them

[the-shining-river]

The Life of Pi

So I just finished reading "The Life of Pi", am still reeling from the ending, so this is a quick, unpolished take, but what the hell was that book doing in The Punisher? The show about a man who, you know, is so very NOT a religious vegetarian pacifist?

How did Frank 'Are you Catholic? — Once' Castle, who lost any remaining faith in God after the brutal massacre of his family, ever manage to get through a book where the protagonist suffered the same fate — even down to the tragedy having likely come from incompetence (drunken sailors vs Samantha Reyes' botched Central Park op) and greed (lack of lifeboats vs Agent Orange's operation).

I kinda wonder what Leo's take from the book was too, seeing as her family is Jewish but not terribly devout? and also that Leo is, what, eleven? twelve?

How did Frank, whose trauma is still so fresh in his mind, whose main priority is to avenge his family and make sure none of that shit happens again to anyone he cares about, his eternal soul be damned, he's made peace with having crossed the line you don't come back from — how did he manage to get through a book where the protagonist's solution is seeking strength and solace from God even harder than he used to before? A book that is so full of solid, enduring, rapturous faith? So full of kindness even towards a dangerous predator, and appreciation for the miraculous beauty of life, of the world all around us?

How is he and Leo discussing it so calmly?

For Leo, yeah, she's a kid, for her The Question might have been "Do you think the tiger was real?" For Frank — no bloody way. It's not even the point of the book, in my (still reeling) mind. It's about people and the atrocities they're capable of, the chilling dark side of the humanity (and man do I have some thoughts on the parallels with war vets, after listening to this podcast), and the way we cope with trauma, and the way people might prefer a fancy tale with animals instead of one that is so terribly twisted. Or, how maybe it's a kindness when others pretend they believe your fancy coping mechanism of a tale better.

(It's a beautiful contradiction of a person's ability to believe the unbelievable vs a person's ability to face a gruesome truth)

They could have done so much with those parallels, but ok, it was probably a matter of copyright limits as well. I'm gleefully cackling at the simple fact that apparently Frank had to suffer through it. I absolutely imagine he launched the book at a wall a few times in frustration and wild disagreement and hurt and because it must have been so raw to read it, and then grumpily went to pick it back up because he'd promised a kid he'd read it.

So yeah, that was a very interesting choice of a book in The Punisher, but it can't have been light bedtime reading material for Frank, whose reaction to his own tragedy has been very very different, and who is supported by people who can both face his gruesome truths AND believe the unbelievable - that Frank Castle is a good man.

@blackeyewhiterose , you were curious about my take on that book :D