#els poetry

[elsmysteryworld]

Living-room, 18/2/24

When sadness overtakes me

There's an ache in my bones.

I bleed the blue of my tears and the green of the forest

There's a pit in my stomach and knives in my eyes

As i sit across a shelf holding the words of my childhood:

'1001 days out with your kids'

A curled up cat carved into an urn

A lego set

A folder labelled 'Safer Places.'

My mouth feels dry

My mum sits across from me

My father's many towns away.

I'll be free of violence and nausea

The aches will leave and, one day,

I will bleed red.

[sunshinesere]

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War

[feral-ballad]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”

[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]

[luthienne]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; "This Is Why We Dance"

[kiisuuumii]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from "Lice," Rifqa

[typewriter-worries]

There must be a line where I begin and you end

Doris Dana, from a letter to Gabriela Mistral (@liriostigre) | If Beale Street Could Talk dir. Barry Jenkins (@timotaychalamet) | Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka | If Beale Street Could Talk dir. Barry Jenkins | This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone | Shadow, Raleigh Ritchie

[andrumedus]

Every day I get more convinced that I was created for you alone. It is through your eyes that I saw the world; on your lips my poems were born. Without you, my life is a wasteland. I am colorless, tasteless, smelling like a land never visited by rain.

Rawda el-Haj, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Heart’s Confessions”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on memory and loss

Haruki Murakami Norwegian Wood / Call Me by Your Name (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Sea Wolf The Garden That You Planted / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Vladimir Nabokov / Theodore Roethke Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke / The Truman Show (1998) dir. Peter Weir / Amal El-Mohtar This is How You Lose the Time War

[fragmentosadolescentes]

«El amor no debe doler, no tiene por qué, si duele en realidad no lo es.»

[Cuánta razón tienes mamá, cuánta razón]

Moon dark

[houseofpurplestars]

This is why we dance:

Because screaming isn't free

Please tell me:

Why is anger- even anger- a luxury to me?

-Mohammad El-Kurd, "This is Why We Dance," from "Rifqa"

[loveryoons]

Tenía el arcoiris más hermoso en sus ojos, por que al mirarme pintaba de colores mi vida

-El principito

[elsmysteryworld]

poetry thrice my good sir? indeed. this one's called 'Midnight anxiety' & i wrote in in five minutes ^-^ enjoy !!

Some nights, there's something wrong:

Your heart beats fast and you can't breathe properly

Uneasiness makes a home in your chest

The air is light around you but suffocating all the same.

Some nights, you swear you're being watched

Some nights, you're not even real

Some nights, there are monsters nearby

Some nights, it happens for no reason at all.

[sunshinesere]

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War

[feral-ballad]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Born on Nakba Day”

[Text ID: “Birth lasts longer than death. / In Palestine death is sudden, / instant, / constant, / happens in between breaths.”]

[luthienne]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa

13: The term Naksa (Arabic for setback) refers to the 1967 War (June 5–11, 1967) between “Israel” on one side and Syria, Jordan, and Egypt on the other. In this war, “Israel” occupied the rest of Palestine (the West Bank, including the eastern part of Jerusalem and the Gaza Strip), Egypt’s Sinai Peninsula (returned in the 1980s), and the Golan Heights (still under occupation). The Naksa marks the second half of the Zionist colonial project.

[kiisuuumii]

Aja Monet, from "Love Is Older Than 'Israel'," the foreword to Rifqa by Mohammed El-Kurd