#descriptive poems

[bisexualbaker]

Mom found this while she was cleaning up some papers from who-knows-where; I told her it was the kind of thing that would do numbers on the internet, and she told me to go ahead and post it. Transcript follows:

Two Kittens If you were a kitten, how would you play? Sneak up, pounce! Then run away! If I was another, what would I do? Roll over, jump up! Then, chase after you! If we were two kittens, how would it end? I got you, I caught you! Now, please be my friend. by Beth Bylander

[rainbowpopeworld]

[prolibytherium]

Just in general I think trying to look to pre-late modern period history for validation of LGBT+ identities is an absolutely useless venture. Every single underlying human experience defined through the lens and framework of LGBT identity has always existed, but it's impossible to pin down Exactly who and what a figure might have been if they existed in this contemporary context and decided to self identify via these labels.

It's also a wildly reductive lens that flattens the complexity and variety of how sex and gender has been constructed across time in different cultures, how sexual norms have varied, etc. This is not a constructive approach to learn about history and you're never going to be able to fit historical figures neatly into little identity categories.

[andywaslost]

ignore all logic

and grab my hand.

a dance with the devil

may be your last,

or maybe we stand

the test of time.

[arielluva]

utena and witch

(based off of this, which i unfortunately do not know the original artist of, sadly)

[bishonenspit]

Kaze To Ki No Uta (風と木の詩) on the cover of June Magazine (1987-88)

[rose-madder-gaze]

constantem

[butchniqabi]

once again not really back for real, trying to avoid posting about how angry i am (which is difficult bc im hypomanic rn) but lemme talk about some good stuff! i officially got a new job! i wont say where bc some of yall are praying for my downfall i fear, but im leaving the wedding industrial complex finally....i am almost free....and tonight i went to an open mic/poetry book signing by poet and professor brynn saito. i have to admit i was a little bit of a hater when i started reading her work lmao i was like "ugh this is trying too hard with imagery and blah blah" but the moment she started reading her poems i was like woah....this woman is so sincere and incredibly talented and i fell in love with her work in the span of 30 seconds. i got to have a convo with her and she liked the poem i read (my qabil and habil one) and she has inspired me to engage with more openness and sincerity when writing. anyways, you should look her up or take a class by her at fresno state or read her book "under a future sky" or any of her other books. thats all for now...

[frothingatthemaw]

god hopes you burn with it.

[metamorphesque]

But love unexplained is clearer.

Description of Love, Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

[katerinaaqu]

Achilles is not blonde

And she grabbed the son of Peleus from the back of his blonde hair

(Translation by me)

Homer Iliad rhapsody 1

The word ξανθός (xanthos) is used even nowadays in modern Greek to determine someone who is blonde (it literally means "blonde" in modern greek). It is one of the earliest if not the earliest description of Achilles's hair.

In antiquity the meaning of the word was a bit more complicated. It meant oftentimes a variety of colors starting from pale blonde till auburn till red till reddish brown. It could also mean "shiny" at some contexts. It could also have connection as such with the word ξαίνω (xeno-> verb) which means "to comb" or "to groom" when it comes to horses for example (still used to this day)

If you want to interpret the word "xanthos" as "shiny" or "auburn" or "red" is up to you. You can also call it "fair haired" and leave it vague like many translators did. I also often make that distinction in my translations since I prefer to use the term as "shiny of hair" or "brown of hair" for Odysseus because his beard is described as black (κυανή -> cyan=substitute for black or very dark) so for me makes more sense to imagine him with black or brown hair that shine auburn or gain auburn sheen by the sun. For Menelaus for example the term has kinda remained as "fair haired" or "auburn of hair" or "red of hair" because of his description in other sources.

But calling Achilles "blonde" is perfectly valid since this is literally what the word means nowadays. And blonde Greeks might not be as common as brown or black haired but there are plenty around with extremely pale brown to blonde hair till people with actually very blonde hair and pale features especially up in the north.

[byghostface]

"If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man."

Poem → Kinder Than Man by Althea Davis

Comic panels → Robin(2021) #7 by Writer- Joshua Williamson, Artist- Gleb Melnikov

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(Just thinking that Damian stays by Nika's side, holding onto her wrist waiting for her pulse to come back… and she doesn't know how much he cares for her at this very moment…)

(But Nika still recognizes that Damian is kind to her, and it's all that matters to her.)

"Then I found a guy who truly had my back. He's complicated and came preloaded with family baggage, but we laugh a lot and he treats me nice."

"And I really was happy you agreed to help me… and you did help me."

Comic panels → Lazarus Planet: Next Evolution by Writer- Brandon T. Snider, Artist- Laura Braga/ Batman and Robin(2023) #8 by Writer- Joshua Williamson, Artist- Nikola Čižmešij

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(​I need Damian and Nika to be cosmically intertwined in every lifetime/possible universe through their connections and experiences with death, and be buried together side by side at the end of time with this poem engraved onto their graves.)

[appreciativelatte]

southeastern gothic.

the humidity swallows you hole. that eerie feeling of being watched. tornado and amber alerts jerk you out of your zoned-out state. mindlessly staring at a pair of vultures devouring roadkill on the blood-stained, broken concrete. worn down, steel toed boots scrap against the sidewalk near a pentecostal church as a rackety, mufflerless pick-up truck shambles past you. it leaves a foul, smokey cloud of oil and gasoline in its wake and you hack out a fit of coughs as it forces its way down your lungs. you wipe the swelling tears from your eyes as you catch your breath, your ears ring from the roaring engine. the familiar dreadful uncertainty of ever getting out of this town crosses your mind again

[psyduckz]

live another day for the simple things, to walk in a park, to share an orange with friends. it can always get better

[alackofghosts]

look how many small / but so sweet

[fraglance]