#not really poetry? idk

[wagsnruffs]

I had a lucid dream last night.

I went back to our old home for a visit.

Not sure how I got there.

But when have I ever been sure how I got anywhere?

The family that lived there now greeted me friendly and let me look around.

I found it odd that they never redecorated.

I talk to them. A normal family. I met their son, a silent child.

At the end of the tour, I gazed out the window to take in the sunset.

Pink and baby blue striped the sky interlade with thin clouds that don't rain enough.

The family stood in the corner of the room between our desks where the lamp still was.

Their gaze made me feel it was time to leave.

I became turned around now squatting for some reason.

But I wanted to get one last look of the view.

I turn again, and there you are, a silhouette in the sunset.

I'm stunned but push to break the silence with what I can only guess was gibberish.

And to my surprise you respond.

You say "Hi".

You say my name.

And I don't know where the conversation will go but I can see on your face that you know just how sorry I am.

We look at each other for a bit.

And then I wake up.

[cursedpupperino]

do you ever just sit in the Sukkah and stare at the stars and think “Wow, this is what my ancestors did?” do you ever say a prayer and think about the generations before who said the same words that have just left your lips? do you ever shake the Lulav and Etrog and think about how even when the Etrog dries up and the leaves on the Lulav fall off of their stem, there will be new ones year after year after year?

because I just did. our religion is ancient and our religion is not going away. goyim will not erase us and antisemites will not disgrace us.

we are here. we will always be here.

[aishespoeticmuse]

the love i had for you was achingly raw. you couldn't have chewed on it with your deciduous teeth.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[icaruspendragon]

thoughts on romanticizing mundanity and making kindness defiant:

[28ms28]

Ferrari hopes and dreams

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (songbird) [for anon]

[forkpigeon3146]

sorry i cant just "be casual" it's either you get paragraphs about my devotion to our friendship and every little thing i love about you or you get nothing

[anxietyfrappuccino]

i'm the kind of nerd that enjoys all the different kinds of nerd stuff but i could not tell you a single thing about any of it, i am a black hole of "oh, that's cool" and then it's gone

[forest-fire-witness]

i obsessively search inwards for my identity. it will be too late when i realize ive dug open the cavity of my chest and am holding my bloody intestines.

[finalgirlgretchen]

little poem about my dog, inspired by mary oliver's "the storm"

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[decisions-at-3am]

As you hold my hand, I hope your fingers Don't find my wrist. It would become Fairly obvious, That my heart is still Racing from our kiss.

[foogriffy]

[wildflower-rain]

Parts and pieces. We’re parts and pieces. We’re one but not the same. Like

Stained glass

And pages of a book

And stars in far off constellations

We’re threads of the same fabric

Individual brush strokes of some elaborate incomplete beautiful painting

Strands of grass

So imperceptibly close that we’re the same. The same thing. But not exactly. Sometimes we are. Sometimes we’re not. We’re close together but if you come in close. Really really damn close, we’re not the same. There is distinction. Separateness. Microscopic fissures make us ever so slightly apart.

Come in real close. Can you see the differences?

[bigdumbbambieyes]

steve tilts billy’s head back with gentle hands

careful of the bruises and bleeding

and presses the softest love against his mouth

silent promises and loud whispers of protection

“i’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

licking billy’s tears and wounds

stitching him up with affection and tenderness

letting the blond snap when it becomes too much

knowing it’s what he does and that’s okay

because steve’s holding him close as they fall asleep in his bed

listening to the soft breathing and gentle sleep sounds billy makes

and loving him and loving him and loving him