#idk what a poem even is

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

Ok so I'm not sure if this will work but

If this post gets 5k notes by 11th March , then I will

1. Read as many classics as I can

2. Read a lot of poetry

3. I will post a few of my poems on here!!!

[jazzyjesse]

working at a grocery store has only made me even angrier about inflation and how food, water, and shelter isnt free

like just looking at groceries (not water or shelter) i see just a few bags (maybe around 5 or so) of food costing over $125 USD regularly. I've seen orders upwards of $600. and sure those have been bigger orders but no food should cost that much.

my coworkers and i shouldn't be complaining about the price of food when we get employee discounts.

a single bag of food for myself (usually containing some small pizzas, crackers, milk, and cereal) regularly costs between $50-60. minimum wage in my state is 15/HR. thats about four hours of work for one bag of food

a coworker who works on the front end of our store prides herself on being able to catch theives. everyone says how good she is at it. and sometimes it makes sense, sometimes people are just stealing to steal. but how do you ever know?

when the card reader we take outside is broken we are supposed to have the customers come inside to pay for their groceries if they're paying with EBT. there's a woman who's a regular who has a few small children and when she comes to pick up groceries they're usually asleep in the car.

am i supposed to make her choose between leaving her children alone in the car or waking them up and taking them inside?

four hours of work for one bag of groceries. is this not also theft?

four hours of work. let that sink in. four hours for one small bag of groceries.

we aren't supposed to accept tips but if we don't accept tips then how else are we supposed to afford our groceries?

i haven't seen a single person stealing food. you cannot steal whats already stolen.

although im no longer a christian, the teachings of my childhood have stuck with me, and in the bible it says "When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges of your field or gather the gleanings of your harvest. Leave them for the poor and for the foreigner residing among you."

society has reaped right up the the very edge and beyond of its fields, so it's up to us to reap what we can

four hours of work for one bag of food

[vaguely-concerned]

...the 'almond room' thing in the unwanted guest IS a reference to/play on words on amygdala, right? (amygdala comes from the greek word for almond!) I didn't read that wrong? it is stupid sexy Ianthe coyly inviting Palamedes into a different chamber of her brain, as it were?

(also the pieces of meat -- the feeding or kissing, it's hard to say which of it all -- being present right from the beginning... ianthe DOES know exactly what has happened to her, doesn't she. palamedes is just cutting his way through her layers of denial and repression all merciless and scalpel-like to get her to admit it. or, she knows subconsciously at least -- each person comes in and feeds her something that she's helpless to stop from becoming a part of her even in her coffin, with bloody kisses. oh baby love is feeding me bad meat and I have no choice but to swallow it down. like yeah I suspect that is how human contact can feel when your sense of self and boundaries developed to be a specific kind of Fucked Up lol. that shit could make a person dream of being a diamond in a glass of wine; perfect, inviolable, untouchable, eternally separate and safe. In the words of Andrea Gibson in Prism:

They say the womb is where we learn love is knowing the cord that feeds you could at any moment wrap around your neck

that is quite literally ianthe's first introduction to love -- her sister, a cord around her neck. Corona is Ianthe's other self, a second soul running around outside of her body, and she seems to consider herself as responsible for (and entitled to) the preservation of Corona's soul as her own. the way this mirrors that growing up, Ianthe had to be two necromancers in one body to let them stay together. (twins and ghosts all the way down I guess.) she's still just trying to do the same thing, I think, she's simply put on some bigger boots about it. the central problem of lyctorhood, self vs. connection/love, rears its head once again -- Ianthe existentially wants total self-contained self-sufficiency, perfect control, sovereign sway and masterdom over her soul... but she wants that at the same time as being in uninterrupted (uninterruptible!), eternal and indelible intimacy with her sister, whose soul also cannot be allowed to change. which, you know. freedom and love don't coexist the way you want them to, Ianthe, no matter how clever you are there won't be a way to get what you want. (especially not with a sister whose idea of what love is seems to go more towards being consumed, made one, by whatever violence necessary -- 'she could have taken me'.) man. Ianthe is a spectacular and ongoing piece of work, but sometimes it's hard to see how she could ever have turned out otherwise considering the conditions she was born and raised under haha.

the two-way street of the horror of digestion, whether you're the devourer or the devouree. part of you in me, part of me in you, whether either of us likes it or not we're both changed by this. bad news: you can't get out of interconnectedness by finding the cleverest loophole around it, ianthe. nice try, though)

[awaythe-clock]

The Green knight is like. Its about honour. Its about regret. Its about fear. Its about courage. Its about shame. Its about the cyclical nature of the world. Its about mirrors and parallels. Its about your mom and you. Its about death and decay. Its about choices. Its about magic. Its about trying to avoid the unavoidable. Its about aging. Its about changes you aren’t ready for but have to go through anyways. Its about chances you wanted but were too scared to take. Its about gently kissing and caressing dev patels face. Its about expectations. Its about disappointing people. Its about how you look back at all the things you couldve done differently and forward to the things that may come. Its about the unyielding but loving power of nature and life. Its about being a person.

[asketchcat]

To the spider living in my bathroom,

I see you, and I let you live. And I keep scooping you out of my tub because you’re clumsy. You only have seven legs, after all. You’re a tiny, walking story. Your life isn’t even a fraction of mine and yet you’re still here, pulling yourself along shakily like a little wobbly vagabond.

You hide from my cats, but you seem to like to watch me pee for some reason. Your favorite spot is by the doorstop so I’m careful when I come in and out. You especially like to come out after I’ve showered when the walls are coated in steam.

You’re the tiniest little life that a different person might’ve stepped on or squished. Maybe someone else would’ve put you outside back to nature. But here you are with me, existing with me.

And I see you. And I stop to look at you and your tiny hairs and tiny fangs and to count how many legs you have left.

I could’ve ignored you. But I saw you, and suddenly you had meaning to me. Suddenly you were important.

And I took a photo of you.

And suddenly you were given a face. And suddenly your presence was recognized with effort beyond a passing glance. And suddenly another version of you exists in my DSLR and on my computer and in my girlfriend’s texts because I sent her a photo of you immediately.

Maybe you’re smaller than me and your life is shorter than mine. But I see you, I look into your little eyes and wonder if you’re looking back at me, and suddenly you are seen.

And now I’m writing a post about you. And maybe someone else will read this and hear your story and see your face. And maybe now they see you too. And suddenly you’re connected to more people than me, and you’ll never even know how seen you are.

Little spider living in my bathroom, isn’t it crazy how being seen changes so much? Imagine if people saw each other too.

[r26yz]

now I've spent myself in lines and lost. where is that boy of yesteryear?

let him die young and leave a pretty corpse: die with his legs in the air

[its-a-beautful-day]

The Crow and the Cat, 2023

Is it a fight or something more primal?

a meeting of two beasts,

beak and feathers,

claws and teeth,

limbs wrapped around

creating an embrace

known for centuries

to Eat and to Love

[luna-loveboop]

Sometimes I can be a little chaotic writing poetry

XD if you can't make out my amazing and beautiful handwriting, here's the words:

I threw the jar of lemons at life's face

'suck it life', I said

'I'm gonna get orange juice instead'

So yeah, this isn't the whole thing, but this part made me laugh

:)

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Oh dear.

Oh dear, your heart is too kind for this world.

Oh dear, they'll kill others with your kindness.

Oh dear, you're too sweet for outside.

Oh dear, let me protect your blindness.

Oh love, understand others will hurt you.

Oh love, understand I never meant you harm.

Oh love, your kindness gives and gives. Oh love, but I still need your arm.

Oh dear, why did you leave?

Oh love, I just wanted you safe.

Oh dear, you need no friends.

Oh love, only my embrace.

I opened my home and a fire I gave you, meant to be warm.

But only did my flames burn you, and now you steer clear of my storm.

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

[fancyfade]

cow poem but for cats

my naem is meow and on the days when ur life sux ur in a haze to maek things wurs Come to ur space infrunt of u I bat ur face

[littlest-bugz]

When we kissed,

When our lips touched,

Did you taste the sweetness of fruit

or was it the bitter smoke of regret?

[skrunksthatwunk]

i have class in like 4 hours (slept like 2.5) and i just found out we have poem #1 due today. girl what poem #1 💀💀💀

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I don't know how to write this without it being horribly obvious who I'm writing about

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Christmas

Single this year

Mistletoe long wilted

Tree left bare, ornaments dusty

Alone

[pogbur]

people always talk about "the calm before the storm" but what about the calm AFTER the storm. in the aftermath of destruction, of ruin.

what now? do you stay, quiet? do you cry? scream? run? how can you move on, everything changed so quickly.

is that another storm in the distance, or are you just worrying yourself because youre scared it will happen again?

you stand in the calm after the storm, what happens now?