#poetry in everything

[a-hard-spring]

in my dream

you kicked me;

a deep kiss of a bruise.

i threw a tantrum

but no one was here

to watch.

so i set my bed on fire

with all my things

tucked under the sheets —

like a silhouette of a body,

like i’ve made myself a twin.

as my hairs grown longer

i’ve tie it back in one braid

down my back

as if a secret.

once again i’ve found myself

barefoot on the hardwood

begging to be loved.

mjp

[webweabings]

I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

[geryone]

Night Poem, Leila Chatti

[thecosmoswhispers]

i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.

(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)

[stargirldotcom]

- on mothers

lady bird/ @death-born-aphrodite/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ rupi kaur/ unknown/ maia baia/ your best american girl- mitski/ lady bird/ unknown/ @inkskinned

[gascreates]

a new star

[lucidloving]

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)

[funnybutsadalso]

On Yearning

[hopelessvalentines]

“didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times not to die?”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

A QUIET LIFE WITH YOU // ON DOMESTICITY

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-) cr. Gege Akutami

[star-girlfriend]

it gets better

(credit to @ink-the-artist for the borzoi art <3 )

[a-hard-spring]

secrets

today i hope you come to the cafe that sits between our street blocks. buy me a sweet coffee, tell me i look beautiful with my hair tied in ribbon, become overwhelmed by the mixed scent of warm pastries and my sweat. 

baby, how i miss calling you baby. how right it felt on my tongue, how easy it was to feel you were mine. i keep replaying that time you slipped up, right outside my apartment door. you called me that name and leaned in for a kiss before you realized it wasn't allowed. how i wish you would do that again.

sometimes, i think back to that raining july day, before our month of silence. how i cried and whispered my side of abandonment, and you couldn’t breathe. all that tenderness you showed in listening whilst the window fogged. secretly, i wish you fucked me in the back seat of your car. it was so dark out and i was so open- but not even a kiss. i wonder if your mind was on his hands back then. 

i know everything we need now will hurt. i try to not think about it out loud, but i'm not used to all this forgetting. 

im mad at you for doing everything that you never did with me; coffee and cigarettes, dogs and bike rides, shaved heads and dyke clubs. i wish we could keep growing together. 10 years passing and i pretend to not care.

i keep my back-door open in case you want to visit. every time the doorbell buzzes i hope that its you. romantically you're standing on my steps, confessing how you've needed me all along. like some lovesick puppy i'll fall to your feet, become your good girl so we can make new promises out of old hurt. but its never you knocking- its never been you.

at night, i change my bedroom light dark-pink and strip myself naked on top my sheets. i picture you watching, the heat of your eyes. i move in the only ways i know how. molding myself into the shapes that made you need me more. even four fingers deep i can't seem to fill that space inside me. this routine hasn't stopped, even if i always feel more alone in the aftermath.

every morning i get dressed, i wonder what you are wearing. if its something i'd recognize, something i would've kept for my own. i think about the texture of the fabric, how it feels against your back. if its itchy or stained or tearing. i become jealous of an imaginary shirt because its closer than i can be.

last week when adrianne sang that song about donut steam, i wish you looked at me. i felt the beating of your skin so close, but i couldn't see your face. even when the whole world was dying, you didn’t choose me.

i fear i dont know how to love like i thought i did. in my one bedroom apartment, i talk myself down. maybe its the masochistic in me, but just because you stopped trying doesn't mean i can.

i know you might be reading this. i hope that you are.

mjp

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

[anetherealpoetess]

armand finally hearing lestat say i love you but it wasn't to him that's sick that's sick this show is sick i love it so much the layers are layering the vampires are fractured and fighting and transgressing all boundaries of compassion when doing so. oh and the razorous corpse-memories of ex-lovers are howling at the crumbling gates of the homestead and the homestead itself is a shadowed puzzle of memory stolen and memory reshaped

[webweabings]

WE’RE NOT MEANT TO STAY THE SAME

Deepak Chopra; // "Love's Ripening: Rumi on the Heart's Journey", by Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (2008); // Lisa Brooks; // "The Angles In Heaven Done Signed My Name", by Leo "Bud" Welch; // "Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays", by Durga Chew-Bose; // "The Book of Disquiet", by Fernando Pessoa; // "I've Changed a Lot", by Sarah Juers; //"The Rom Con", by Devon Daniels.

[musings-n-museums]

being an immigrant child / growing up + away from your parents

"anak" by freddie aguilar // laundromat photos by @sunflowrrbabe // "everything everywhere all at once" directed by daniel Kwan, daniel Scheinert // "ladybird" directed by greta gerwig // "a letter to my 13 year old self" by laufey // "class of 2013" by mitski // "be brave be free" by zeppelinmoon

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