#my poetry.

[ink-splotch]

Hi! I think there was a poem that you wrote some time ago, I'd really like to read it again. It was about grief, and I believe there was a line to the effect of:

"The world is not less because you are not in it,

But the world is less without you"

I think there was also a line about the passing of seasons that mentioned plums ;; I hope I'm not crazy or mistaken. Love your work!

I think this is probably the one you're looking for!

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When I say you were too young to go I mean the stars had not yet fallen. I mean there were rivers  that had not yet carved themselves canyons. I mean I can count the years you were here.  When I say you were too young  I mean there were still stories I never got to tell you. I mean there were joints in my body then that had not yet ached. I mean the orchid on my desk has been nothing but a green stick for weeks but just today it bloomed. You would care about that but you are not here to tell. When I say you were too young I mean I was. I mean I did not want to know that kind of quiet,  not yet, not sitting there in my fuzzy socks, reading  a string of texts and truths I did not want to believe in. I dreamed last week it was a lie. We went out to lunch. You were skinny and sun brown and sat sideways in your chair.  I got coffee and you had salad with figs, and then I woke up. When I say you were too young to go I mean I miss you. I mean you were a light on this earth. I mean starlight  comes across millions of light years of vacuum and silence. I mean when things get big you measure distance in terms of time spent. I mean the older I get the farther I get from you. -ejl.

[yum-is]

Season of love

Pink day

I think I'd rather

Fade away

What happened

To the unromantic sway

Of my aromantic

Green tinted days

.

SAD and

Tangled up inside

This Valentine's

I'll wash away in the tide

Stay in bed

Until everything feels fine

Queerly confident

Slipping away with my pride

[soul-from-another-era]

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

[sunsbleeding]

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[mikimuun]

the trauma compelled him to correct stanley's grammar

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[pink-heart-writes]

[minimalist-quotes]

Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

[ink-splotch]

the dream of the quiet year

to be joy

to be the sunlight on the leaves

to not know fear

to wear fear like a pair of sturdy boots

to leave them muddied at the door

to rest by the fire

to rest—to open your eyes to a new day

to carry a new day in your bones

to breathe in the cold air

to turn breath to song

to see the irises reach up

to reach up

to reach up

to reach

-ejl.

[foogriffy]

would you still love me if i was a worm?

[yum-is]

The worst day of the year

Is hailed with paper hearts

Torn from chests

Taped to walls

Chocolate boxes underground

Sh-thunk

Shovelfuls of chalky candy

Tossed aside

Pretty purple fingertips

Bloated ans bent

Ratty hair

Clumped to scalp

What holiday is better

To love the rotted shell left

Than the cracked rib

Pulsing, writhing chest cavity

Worst day of the year

[soul-from-another-era]

[foxbirdy]

A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

Prints & PDF

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.