#gut wrenching poem

[sentientsky]

“i could fix him”, “i could make him worse”. yeah, well, I could meet him at the genesis of the universe, where the spaces between matter first gain sentience, and spark and spit their way into being—where the cradle of stars first take on a definitive kind of gravity and heat. I could be the engineer of creation. I could ask a question. I could stand across from him on a battlefield, trembling and reeking of ichor. I could hit the ground retching, all the bones in my body turning brackish and oil-slicked. I could lurch my way into a new world, a recalibration of reality in which I only know kindness as a set of snapping jaws, as a thing to flinch away from. I could meet him in the garden, then, when the air's all hyacinth and dripping gold. And I could ache. Oh, how I could ache. I could follow him through every wretched moment of history. I could trail after him like a hollow-eyed dog. I could hide my irises, could hide the brutal bloodiness of an all-too-human heart. I could hold the gun as I pretend not to pray, as I taste bile and will my hands to steadiness. I could trust him. And I could ache. I could bite my tongue, cypher the words in my mouth, gnash them between jagged teeth. I could swallow my heart. I could go slower. I could meet him at the end of the world, when hope claws its way up my throat, hungry and keening like a treacherous thing.

I could kiss him with six thousand years of want lodged and breaking in the mausoleum of my chest. I could hand him the blade; I could let him twist the knife. I could be forgiven. And still I could ache.

[minawriting]

he’s not your soulmate, he was just the first to make you feel seen.

-mina.writing

[ughsahira]

I exist, that is all, and I find it extremely exhausting and nauseating.

[aishespoeticmuse]

and i beg the world to give me a sign, to tell me that none of it was my fault and it thunders, cracks under my feet, it takes my breath away, only to remind me that "it is indeed my fault"

[kiisuuumii]

Ada Limón, from "It Begins with the Trees," in The Hurting Kind

[swanrisings]

Stop looking at me like that, with pity in your glassy eyes.

All I am to you is a tragedy, right?

Stop it.

Stop fucking looking at me like that.

Do you hear me?

[hum-suffer]

I sometimes wish I was a muse too.

[neptuniannick]

look at me

an unchanging pillar of good intentions

carved with the finest of chisels

with so much to be desired

look at them

perfection in each chip and curvature

skin hand-sliced from God’s finest angels

there was never a competition

look at me.

see within my eyes an indelible fire

see within my soul an unending wave

walk with me through this garden that i’ve cultivated and curated just for you

only for you

look at them.

i can’t keep you from desire

isn’t that what makes us human?

to want and want

until that becomes a need

and that need tears you apart

without concern for if you bleed

and see the end before beginning

it begins to haunt me

day and night i’ve lost all sleep

trying to make myself believe

that i am everything you want

even with “everything” in front of me.

look at me.

please.

[onthe23rdiyearned]

They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the milionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, "It's been an honor to serve my country."

On Earth We're Brierly Gorgeous, Ocean Voung

[immirrorbal1]

everything you lose

is a step you take

[solitarybloom]

"The water holds me tighter than you ever dared, Filling the spaces your love never cared. I sink, embraced by the cold, Where your warmth refused to hold."

Love drowned in apathy, but the water remembers.

[iicraft505]

not for any personal reasons but im thinkin about the view from halfway down recently.

[lovetobits]

at the moment i am seeing an abundance of poems about pomegranates and their symbolisation, they mean so much to me it ruins me. A large majority of these posts use the the song abbey by mitski which fits so perfectly.

anwyays this takes up a large space in my mind and i lov pomegranates, gut wrenching poems and mitski.

[evil-sometimes]

And they both drown...

Sources: Persuasion - Jane Austen, Eurydice - HD, Umbrella Academy)

[pepto-bismol69]

My beautiful brown eyed boy.

I'm in love with everything about him.

The way he holds me, the way he kisses me,

The way he now lays peacefully in the casket.

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

if you could see yourself through my eyes,

i swear,

you would never want to blink again.