#chicago poets

[calcollage]

tricks of the unconscious

[teenslib]

On My Way to Liberation by H. Melt

From their book There Are Trans People Here

I'm on the train wearing a pink shirt with a floral tie

on the way to celebrate my grandfather's liberation from dachau

when the nazis came for his family in Kovno, Lithuania

my grandfather dressed like a girl to stay close to his mother & sisters

when he immigrated to the united states he changed his name from Michelson to Melton

I've changed my name & my clothes too on my way to liberation.

[pellazg]

Eyes have a language of their own.

[honeyknome]

Witchin’ hour

[toewsie19]

this happens once every few lifetimes

[ogwriter22]

I wish...

I wish I was my mother's son

Provide her without a fear

Give a warm shoulder for her tears

Make her proud and wear

Her proudest smile

[calcollage]

what I mean when I say I'm sharpening my oyster knife

I mean I'm here to eat up all the ocean you thought was yours. I mean I brought my own quarter of a lemon, tart and full of seeds. I mean I'm a tart. I'm a bad seed. I'm a red-handled thing and if you move your eyes from me I'll cut the tender place where your fingers meet. I mean I never met a dish of horseradish I didn't like. I mean you're a twisted and ugly root and I'm the pungent, stinging firmness inside. I mean I look so good in this hat with a feather and I'm a feather and I'm the heaviest featherweight you know. I mean you can't spell anything I talk about with that sorry alphabet you have left over from yesterday. I mean when I see something dull and uneven, barnacled and ruined, I know how to get to its iridescent everything. I mean I eat them alive. what I mean is I'll eat you alive, slipping the blade in sideways, cutting nothing because the space was always there.

"No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." –Zora Neale Hurston

[peaceishim]

You: My Chicago

[pellazg]

I tasted her lips and realised ive been starving.

[env0writes]

A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.5.24 “Midwest Emo"

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!   Photo by @env0

I went to the station on Fifth Avenue Walked under the tracks And stared at the far side As on those Amtrak rails I heard the engine whistle As life passed me by Through inch thick glass The world yellowed Like likewise hued old-pages Fluttering across the train yard Leaving me behind on its way Into the city It is a long way to walk

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

A QR code for "The Tortured Poets Department" was spotted in Chicago

[bestwornapology]

help! can someone find this girl?!? she is so adorable and needs to find this video!! this was June 3rd at Soldier Field on the floor… i don’t remember what section or row, but we were kinda in the back on the right if you’re facing the stage!

[honeyknome]

[blondewonk]

can we end the Jed Hoyer experience™️

please.

i am begging.

[potatopotahtosstuff]

he said

close your eyes for just one moment

and imagine…

what if everything you fear is an illusion,

and all these things you dream

are what is real

he wanted me to believe in the universe.

[latibvles]

The fun part about this next prompt is the amount of unnecessary deepdiving I get to do into different parts of the US