#it’s not poetry

[3amfanfiction]

You know what I honestly hope and believe comes after death?

Nothingness. The same thing you feel when you’re deeply asleep. No awareness. But not in an ended sort of way.

Bear with me here.

There’s a cartoon sketch I remember reading of two snowmen looking at the spring sun and one says do you believe in the water cycle? And the other scoffs and says that they just water the grass when they melt and he’s okay with that.

I think we go through our own water cycle. I hope that after we die, we’re broken down to our smallest pieces that are reused in a trillion different ways.

Our pieces break apart and attach to other’s pieces. These new pieces become something a little bit bigger before mixing with 2 different pieces and morphing again.

Some parts of us soak into the ground, seeping down, down, down until we merge with groundwater.

Some parts of us evaporate and get carried away by the breeze. Mixed and swirled with things moving through you that you can’t observe.

Some of us get drank. Entering another’s bloodstream until you are carried far away and are once more expelled. What do snowmen know of the bloodstream of a squirrel?

You never die— you’re still all there just not in a format you recognize. But keep in mind that for as infinite as the water cycle is, our pieces’ cycle is just as long. The odds of anything are possible which means sometimes, when everything happens just right . . . a few pieces of you happen to match back up together in the next cycle.

If we’re going back to our comic we would say that after the snowmen melted, all the atoms/pieces that made up one specific drop of water manage to keep themselves together through the water cycle. They evaporate into the sky. They move into clouds. The clouds release water. The water freezes and becomes snow. And all those original atoms which happened to stay together, become a single snowflake again.

The odds are low but they’re not zero in the infinite.

I think we see this in the people who say they can remember a past life. For the ones who swear they lived in different times. I think enough of their pieces came back together to give them a small glimpse of who they were.

In no way are they the same as the original. They have a mix of too many other pieces for that to happen, but what they do have is enough for an echo. An echo of the energy that it once held.

It’s not reincarnation but it’s certainly not death either.

[jordanbolton]

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

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[two-bees-poetry]

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Arthur Miller, The Crucible

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[octoberloved]

[wedarkacademia]

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from “Tea”

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[jordanbolton]

To The People I Pass On The Train At Night - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is now available to pre-order! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that