#poems for my friends

[cottont33th]

11/13/24

Poems for my friends :3

Eclipse

With canyons etched across our faces

Flesh soft and spotted with ancient sun

I’ll clasp our knobby fingers with mine

And kiss you across the knuckles

My dearest love

Our houses became too empty after the deaths of loved ones

So we’ll move in together and everyone will know who we are

Because that’s always been the way of things

Me and you

Attached at the hip and soul

And as ancient widows, we’ll still dress up for Halloween

And we’ll still watch cartoons

And I’ll laugh as you shake your fist at the neighborhood children

And we’ll make a million beautiful things together

Dear friend

Our future is blinding

Come look at the sun with me.

Little Crow

Old crone

Lovely to the edge of a prickle

We’ll waddle down a dirt road one day

You’ll clutch a little leather handbag

and I’ll have a camper’s backpack full of nearly nothing.

We’ll do this every day because it’s a sacred ritual of complaining or complimenting the weather to us

I’ll bring my dog and we’ll come home to your cat

And I’ll drink tea and you won’t because we have grown but we are still the same people

And my soul will smile and I watch yours glow from across your little dining room table

Your house a museum

Bearing the beautiful of your mind as a visual

Strange taxidermy and oil paintings

Your velvet dress and my worn out jeans

I’ll braid your long dark hair

And I’ll tell you I love you each time

And you’ll clasp my weathered hand and smile

Because of course

You already knew that.

[julykings]

from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[lucidloving]

R.M. Rilke, The Man Watching // Euripides, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson) // Oscar Wilde // Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life // @bitsbyt3s // Mary MacLane, "January 20", The Story of Mary MacLane // Trista Mateer // see 4 // @kafk-a // Olivia Laing, "Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be"

[poempoetryandmore]

i think i‘ll always love you

even if its just a little bit

ten years from now a piece of my heart will still beat for you

maybe its the curiosity of ,what if‘

or maybe its the emptiness speaking

but nomatter why,

i‘ll always love you

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the tallants of barton (1867) - joseph hatton

"james somerton did what now"

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”

- S. C. C.

[isjasz]

Sometimes when you look at your knife between battles The glinting of the light splits along the blade’s edge and Reflects onto your cheek with a four-point star Like the weapon itself is cradling your face [the way I can’t]

definitelynottober day 2 - on the edge of a knife

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[fixing-bad-posts]

guys want me. basically every single one agrees <3

[aru-art]

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

[callme-alaska]

Soul mates

souls made

from the same darkness

I know your demons

as my own

together we have

fought and grown

We have laughed

and we have wept

a promise made

has to be kept

Even when we're

miles apart

I carry you

within my heart

~ love letters to my best friend

wordsbyalaska

[cntarella]

I promise there is joy/ even if, at times, it feels/ like it has been refracted/ through a window, that/ some meaningful fragment/ has been lost on its way to me.

"Letter Sent and Subsequently Returned by the Mailman" from Winter Stranger by Jackson Holbert

[transmasccofee]

the subway rats poem is teruhashi coded

[juha-art]

Fumer, c'est être l'esclave du tabac

the RCM's new anti smoking campaign did not achieve the desired effect

[poempoetryandmore]

currently listening to music, because killing myself would be wrong