#passing poetry

[e1i-neverrests]

I am no fool.

Yet I find more often than not I am played for one.

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Goodbye, August.

{Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd/ Deborah Landau, "September"/ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov/ Daphne du Maurier, The Parasites/ Sylvia Plath}

[fairydrowning]

in order to live a happy life, you must romanticize everything (and see a good therapist).

[oxytocxins]

I thought the earth remembered me, 

she took me back so tenderly. 

[puckspoetry]

“Saturdays are for the boys”

me and the boys:

[always-coffee]

After The Tower Falls

Here is the secret: eventually, the ache stops, the devastation quickens and then slows, the anger arrives righteous and in want of a reckoning,

and then, it turns back to shadow, suddenly, as if had not been burning a moment before, and in that empty space, there is quiet, and in that quiet, there is relief, like cool water from a soft stream, your heart

is no longer howling, and the pieces of the past all around you

no longer feel like destruction, but a fresh start, flowers growing out of the cracks, a bright song of possibility,

and you know you survived it, the worst thing, the impossible thing, the heartbreak

didn’t break you after all— breathe.

[rafasbiscuits]

same place, different times

[inkprilled]

Just before covid hit my brother and I at 15 and 19 found our selfs homeless. I had a choice, my brother would go into care or we could stay together, but only if I took responsibility for him and had somewhere to live. So I applyed for social housing, the guy that processed my case was sympathetic and at some points I was holding it together better than him, do you have any other family? No, Do you know where your mother is? I wish I did, how old is your brother? 15 are you in any fulltime education? Not anymore. He looked at me like I was something tragic and I suppose I was, there isn't a metaphor for what I looked like that works any better than just what his naked eyes saw; a girl abandoned by her mother, her life in a bag on her back completely thrown on how to deal with everything, and all he could do was fill out a form and send it and me off. it's going to be okay.

Somehow despite the odds we where given emergency accommodation and a year later a property to rent, I suspect we where pushed up the list because of my brothers age, we where lucky, some people wait years in hotels or streets all over the country, living out of suitcases and rucksacks.

As lucky as we where, luck didn't cover all the things I suddenly had to know. I had no idea how bills worked or paying my taxes, I didn't even really understand what "taxes" meant until the final notices where piling up in front of us. It's something they don't teach you in school or at least mine didn't. They never taught us how to survive in a world like this, they assume our parents would be there to explain or we'd be much older before it mattered. what's more useful in real life, how to formally address someone in an email or how to keep the lights on or how to find food when a tin of beans is too expensive.

Though I suppose the email ettique lesson was useful for something in the end,

To whomever it may concern, I'm writing to you regarding my payment plans and how I'm choosing to fork over alot of money and won't be buying enough food to live off this month. My regards.

[metamorphesque]

"With blood stained lips ...", Hovhannes Toumanyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[mournfulroses]

Charles Baudelaire, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "A Passing Glance,"

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

heeyyy gaaanggg

the pose and the background of the album version (left) are based on oingo boingos only a lad album art. not cause i think he has anything to do with it but just cause ive been wantin to draw that pose for like. weeks and i didnt know who to put there. so why not my latest bug man.

[e1i-neverrests]

Summer's Heat; a Golden Hour

(originally written 28/06/2024)

The arms of the sun reach down from the heavens, His touch leaves marks behind on my skin, These reminders serve as evidence, Of change, of progress, of time well spent.

[threewordusername]

"The Weight of a Year."

d.b.a

[fairydrowning]

"Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you're done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."

– Hao Jingfang, "Invisible Planets," in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu

[timetravelsong]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[couthbbg]

Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust" // x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x