#but it's also not quite a poem

[dogin8]

every time Something happens to me, like capital S italicized Something. And I sit there waiting to react or to like, express any particular feeling about it, and nothing really... happens.

It generates this level of, not dread but something similar, like apprehension. Like it's a matter of time sort of thing, and that's not... scary, it's not dread, but it is... uhh, like a held breath. Like every time I don't react it's a clock that ticks forward once, or a grain of sand falling into the bottom of an hourglass, or a droplet of water seeping into the hold of a boat through a tiny leak.

And eventually the Something, will happen, and the breath will be let out, the hour will turn, the hourglass will flip, the boat will sink. And it's not dread, I'm not afraid of... when I react, but sometimes I do think like "why not now?" "I would be ready now, I don't know if I'll be ready later, why could it not be now"

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[ragewrites]

During the fall leading up to my fifteenth birthday, I came very, very close to committing suicide. Today I turned twenty-five. I had that fifteen year old girl I almost wasn’t sit down with me for a metaphorical conversation.

transcript under cut:

[Fifteen Speaks to Twenty-Five] Leah Saint-John

Are you alive

Yes

Does it hurt

Yes

Are you glad

[instead of an answer there is a helpless look]

Is it all still green

Especially in June

Do you still love it

Especially in June

What colour is our blood

Garnet

It’s thickened

Yes

Is it a sickness

Yes

What does the garnet make you think of

Mouths God’s mouth The inside of His eye sockets

Are you happy

Sometimes

Is it enough

Sometimes

Are you lonely

Yes Garnet Like God

Did it get better

Yes No Yes Yes

Are you living

Yes Almost

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Give me a word or few and I'll write you a poem!

Oooooh alright! But I do have to make the words as chaotic as possible because why not lol

so “color” “sky” “bee” “movie” “platypus” “shoelaces” and “hellsite”

[exhaustedwerewolf]

okay not to waste energy being mad about the minecraft movie of all things but I am actually kind of heartbroken by how cynical it feels.

for example, making the creatures that inhabit the world offputting is so indicative of the underlying attitude the film seems to be taking to me. how many millions of minecraft animals, despite being pixels and code, have been genuinely loved by players around the world?

minecraft, despite everything it’s associated with these days, is incredibly earnest in a way that I feel few properties are these days… and genuinely one of the most beautiful games I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing. in its surprisingly melancholic moments in a solo survival world. in the laughs it’s given those far apart from beloved friends, allowing them to be roommates in a beautiful forest cottage or a volcanic fortress or a treehouse palace they’ve built together when thousands of miles apart. in the things people working alone and together have made of it- libraries of banned books made accessible through the medium of the game, scale models of worlds real and fictional, redstone machines with intricate circuitry and incredible intelligence and diligence behind them, in the friendships forged in the pursuit of these creations.

minecraft is collaborative and creative and contemplative in a way few games can be. minecraft, to those who have ‘beaten,’ it, says: everything you need is within you, the darkness you fight is within you, the light you seek is within you, you are not alone, not separate from every other thing, you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

minecraft, when so many games are about escaping from yourself, is about connection with your self, your creativity, the plants and earth and animals and structures around you, the people around you.

for it to be, in this context, a self-referential, debasing cash grab, is not a surprise to me but does feel like a disservice to what the heart of this game is, and symptomatic of a wider trend in a storytelling climate increasingly dominated by spin-offs and reboots and tie-ins and remakes. the writers could have had the courage not to break the fourth wall, not to point and laugh and decry the silly memeable ‘get a load of this guy,’ block game, (and by extension ridicule themselves,) but I understand. it’s the same instinct to make the self-effacing joke before you can be laughed at by others for showing your honest self, to cringe from the vulnerability earnesty demands. that’s fine. personally- and I’m probably not alone- I just wish it wasn’t this game.

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (big age)

[cosmicanchorite]

“harry hay,” poem by gay activist jim kepner (1923-1997) about none other than other gay activist harry hay

[definitelynotshouting]

on the subject of stuffed dragons

[notbecauseofvictories]

I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet she is blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life's a pain and but a span; I know my sense is mock'd in ev'rything; And, to conclude, I know myself a Man, Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.

[ Graceland & Rosehill Cemeteries, Chicago Illinois — October 2023 ]

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it. – 'yes & no' by Natalie Wee

for the prompt 'kinship' in @mortiscausa's March to Camelot

[karlkapri]

i love having Poetry Friends on the internets

[disbarredgoose0]

The Kiss.

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Scrooge McDuck writes poetry and has an incurable Shakespeare (Sorry, Drakespeare) obsession send post

[austin-friars]

Midnight Sacrament - a poem I'm drafting about a young man who falls in love with his parish Bishop, and comes to him during confession to make up stuff and hear him speak. Not quite ready to like...post it as a real poem yet but here's the idea.

[betelgeuse-and-beyond]

anniversary

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (___ ___.)