#bus poem

[soracities]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Bus", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Simon Franklin) [ID'd]

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Cursed Child

She begat Progeny with the same disorder As she

They never heard the end of it

They wondered why She seemed so nice towards Their siblings

But seemed to have abhorred them And their existences

To her, her disorder is a curse A horrible, hereditary curse

They were NOT her babies No, they were living curses White elephants

Burdens she was stuck with

They couldn't be diagnosed prior to birth Otherwise, they'd have not been born (and she told them this, too)

It wasn't their fault She told them this but she also stated That she didn't want them

Nor did she love them No, nobody would and could Love her cursed children

After all, if she couldn't, Then, they shan't expect anyone else to Either.

[ozgur-ce]

Size de öyle oluyor mu bilmiyorum, bazen bi şarkı ilk defa dinlenildiğinde bile sanki senden bir parça varmış gibi içine işler, 10 kez 100 kez dinler durursun.. İçinden bir türlü çıkamazsın.. Ayrılamazsın içinde geçen ud sesinden..

Kaldım bir başıma...

Korkum seni unutuyorum..

Yüreğimden kanaya kanaya..

Olmazlara vuruluyorum... 🧡

Etiketleri okuyun arkadaşlar 😋🧡

[moonlover9191]

[egesizizmir]

Bende böyle bir insandım işte; yaram derin açıldığında, içinde çiçekler yetiştirirdim.

[diavoloinajar]

angst?? cringe!!

[arthur-side]

This treasure revealed itself when my friend rummaged through my stuff

+

^

"Eyes of with lush green, See here on the moss and leaves, Freckles littered your soft skin, With beautiful sensitive covered ears.

'Ashlyn you've been stuck named, Fitting of the 2000s, 16 years of age and mind, Sent through trauma of all kind."

[upblg]

Kökünü kaybeden çiçeğe, sadakati öğretemezsin.

[jujstarzzzzy]

bus comic

[yazingecesi]

Unutmak, yıldızların ciğerine, saplanan bir lâle yaprağına, gömmektir sevgiliyi.

Nurullah Genç

[dapharties]

When I squinted and hopped on one foot, only then i could see what your love turned out to be. Now, I'm distracted by new waves, new winds, New cells covering me.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

All That Cramping

She was cramping For the better part of a week Getting nothing

(the hell?!)

Eventually, she did get something for it But it wasn't the unholy waterfall No, it was small dribbles

She hated her cycles But sher wanted them over with So she could move on

(and it's not like she could get spayed)

No, she got dull cramps And little fanfare afterwards Just small dribbles

Of decomposed blood

Uggghhh!

[vulneror]

Belkide dans etmek için müziği beklerken gerçek şarkıyı kaçırdık. Belkide aşkı beklediğimiz için doğru kişiyle selamlaşıp yolumuza devam ettik. Belkide hep Tanrıdan beklediğimiz için yaşamayı bir türlü öğrenemedik. Beklemeyi bırakıp dans etsek, aşık olsak işte o zaman hayat yaşamaya değer bir yer haline gelirdi.

[spacefacedtragedy]

When I say I want public transport, I want trains at high speeds that could move people out of hurricane areas before it starts.

When I say I want public transport, I want buses that ferry people safely after an earthquake, or bring in help so people can be saved

When I say I want public transport, I want to visit the next town for a day, because the mall there has shops I like.

When I say I want public transport, I want to see family across the US before they die, so we can enjoy the time we have. Instead of costing me $2400 just to see them for a second.

When I say I want public transport, I want everyone in the US to pay $40 a month for a bus pass, and save money on the waste we call gas and insurance.

When I say I want public transport, I want us to revamp our transport system so there are no more oil spills in Ohio, no more teenage car crashes, no more emissions reduction because we barely have cars anymore.

When I say I want public transport, I want walkable cities that feel safe, so we can all do daily activities in a meaningful way.

When I say I want public transport, I want to take the land we save with all this rework, and build more community centers support services, farms, housing, and greenery in the US. I want cities to not feel like concrete jungles, or homes to be lost in the escapades of capitalism.

When I say I want public transport, I want it for us.

[haunted-orange]

A Sideways Step

a step to the side, a side ways step. that’s how i walk these days. i trudge blankly around this road, wondering why i can’t seem to move forward or back. a forward step is so scary, so big and intimidating. a back step is giving up, exiling all the progress i’ve made. but i’m too proud to stay still. so i take a side step. one at a time, slow and decided. i watch wanderers pass. travelers, pedestrians, couples and children. i watch them charge like a bullet past my road, watch them drag their feet sludging back. and i am here. taking my side steps. i cry a lot, because i see how much they feel. how every step means something to them. so joyful to break down and fall backwards for a while. so afraid as they are pushed forward to victory. i reach out to them, begging for a grasp of those emotions. my hand goes straight through. i take another step to the side. i’m not strong enough to go forward. i’m not weak enough to go back. i thought that way for near eternity.

i look back now, and im grateful i kept moving. turns out, i was never stepping to the side. my road was sideways, and i was going the right way. no matter how different it looks, how upside down or sideways it is, don’t let the path you walk keep you from walking at all.

[sapphos-roommate]

The universe finishes their latest masterpiece

with a dusting of powdered sugar

But still, it is not right

Again, they say

I walk down the street with a rhythm of three

On a ground both solid and precarious

I see a man water his car

And flowers yearn for freedom

A rhythm of two joins me

Reflected across the black river of stone

Time picks her favourites

Leaving others abandoned in the gutter

The universe holds a paintbrush in their teeth

Still it is not perfect

They add a slope here, cloak her in snow

And still they say, Again