#college poetry

[cainvstheworld]

Dimpled Bodies by Cain Birch

[Text ID: Dimpled Bodies by Cain Birch. On the last day before summer vacation, we settled on the worn carpet of my dorm room, now all Lysol scent and fluorescent lights and bare bones. Your back jammed against the wall, my spine crammed against your chest, your hands in my hair and just above my ribs. The bed stripped bare, only a thin blue sheet remaining, its surface dimpling under the weight of a room, two semesters crammed into a dozen bags. Otherwise, we’d be the dimpled bodies dimpling the bed, even sans mattress pad. But this way, I am closer to you, wedged between desk and bed, my ribs expanding into yours. I’d like to get tangled in them, your breaths becoming mine until my pulse spells out your name over and over and over. /End ID]

[qdisstardust]

Help a young, queer, witch and first-generation college student continue their education

[ceadgearst]

skipping creative writing

because writing on my own is more enticing

the advice in my ear says “you should not be here”

You should be there where you’re supposed to be

well I see but I say “no not today”

I don’t feel like going to class

kiss my ass

[thefadingyouth]

~Fallen angel~

An inner child lost to suffering, I sit watching its remnants fester and rot,

  A new side of me sits watching as I mourn for what died years ago

Their golden crown lays beside the corpse, it lays broken and I sit beside it begging for it to glow

I fall from the pedestal, and begin to be ushered into a new life 

The anger I let build up from my youth now released with no tether to reality.

The farther I stray the more the golden streets look red from this angle,

I stare at the stained glass windows depicting my fall from grace, and the sword becomes heavier,

I was a poet now a soldier, unknowing to what is friend or foe,

So treat all as an enemy, and burn the village that abandoned me when I was no longer needed

I will return with a rage only known to few,

So pick a god and pray for forgiveness…

[joytri]

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[thedeadpoets-blog]

late night studying in october 🍂☕️🎃📚

[queen-academia]

[laurachouettepoetry]

And some of the brightest flowers bloomed in solitude.

- Laura Chouette (Profound Reverie)

[inky-sun]

[cainvstheworld]

Playing Chicken by Cain Birch

[Text ID: Playing Chicken by Cain Birch. I hold your baby-blue umbrella–meant for one, but we squeeze to two–against the chill of the storm. You wrap your arm around my waist to smush our bodies closer together as the raindrops dart at us. They’re playing chicken  and winning terrifically, beaching themselves on our soft clothes and rough skin. When we get to where we’re going, you shake the umbrella onto gray concrete, then lick off the stubborn droplets that cling to their victory. Inside, the ghost of the umbrella paints halves of us dry, but our damp shoulders give it away. You bury your nose in my hair, wet hound as I shake off. /End ID]

[qdisstardust]

Praise Our Greatest Fears

She is afraid of spiders. Praise their arachnophobia. For the way it makes him scared to enter dusty corners. How it is always me with a cup and cardstock that must protect them. He is afraid of thunder. Praise his Astraphobia. For the way I keep his location in my weather app and sit waiting for a phone call when it storms in Ravenna. She is afraid of horses. Praise her Equinophobia. The way I know that if we are at a festival or fair I must stand closer to the horses. The way fae will flinch in mock disgust but really be horrified as I list strange facts I know from my time riding. For every person I have ever known there is a phobia. Praise Nyctophobia. For my ex who made me carry a flashlight on me all the time. Praise every stupid or inconvenient fear that has allowed me to bridge the gaps between human psyches. Praise phobias and in doing so praise love.

-Q.D Rose

[academic-vampire]

Hour of the Wolf (1968)

[thefadingyouth]

Galilee

Crumbling roads that leads to a lonely pond, The sound of bikes wheeling hitting the rocks in the street. The sound tells me your back.

Sipping on Sweet tea and Pepsi while on the porch swing, you smell of cigarette smoke and like incense it makes me feel like i’m closer to god. 

The smell of Sunscreen and chlorine linger as the summer sun drudges on.Laughs from everyone else as we chase each other through the yard, as the parents smoke by the grill. 

You’ll tell me about your friends and their trading cards,

 I’ll sit and smile

Like the sermon on the hill, I’ll listen to all you say. 

As long as you’ll talk to me.

You’ll walk to that pond and I’ll follow like a lamb.

Playing with your lighter, i’ll watch in awe as if you were turning water to wine. 

[joytri]

to live. to live forever.

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya