#poetry. i guess

[keysimash]

[brightdeadthing]

love as recognition

anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane

[kittyplushy]

i could still hear you

black dress shoes splashing in the mud

a smile that could fade away soon

into a thoughtful, sonorous calm

you were a prince from another world

wearing regal white

and royal prussian

i remember the way your lips curled into a smile

as we continued to stain our shoes in the evergreen field

sitting under a barren tree

exchanging crass doodles and poetry

i couldn't focus on your eyes

i just watched the center of your face

and even if my mind begins to forget how you really look

my heart fills in the gaps where they are missing

for sure it's you

for sure it's you

in my notebooks, in my unfinished drafts, in my notes app

for sure it's you

for i can still remember

the sound of your name

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[grendel-menz]

i feel like throwing up

[pigswithwings]

MYHOUSE.WAD - On Grief (1/2)

Sources: Jandy Nelson, "The Sky Is Everywhere" 🏠 Valeria Luiselli, "Faces in the Crowd" (translation by Christina MacSweeney) 🏠 @/greenmountainwitch 🏠 Rebecca Solnit, "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" 🏠 Elias Tigiser 🏠 Steve Nelson, myhouse.WAD Map 🏠 Amy Meissner, "Spontaneous Combustion" 🏠 Wikipedia - Grief

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: A vocabularyclept poem. Every time the words "good art" appear, they are highlighted in green. Transcription is below.]

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good art sets off downward unstructured and obsessive wishes to destroy empower celebrate ugliness

good art hints at obfuscation, lies, resentment makes you feel weird clarifies the divine right to whining, coping, seething

good art confuses the mind spiral spiral spiral spiral faster

good art is a scam a drug metaphor essential momentum

good art a terrible duty join or burn

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A vocabularyclept poem is a poem which is formed by taking the words of an existing poem and rearranging them into a new work of literature. | original post

[guinevereslancelot]

i always wanted someone to make blackout poetry of one of my posts but so far i have only had one blacked out to say egg. i guess you if you can't write the poem yourself you can't choose the poem

[psicheanima]

Damn you……

[keysimash]

Poems I couldnt finish that kind of seem finished on their own

[self-aware-sawtrap]

saw ii (2005)//abraham & isaac before the sacrifice (jan victors, 1642)

:(

[redferness]

[aroundthestreetlamp]

on knowing [loving]

Walk Me Home, Searows / On a Sunbeam, Tillie Walden / We're In Love, Boygenius / The Sound Of Collision: Boygenius Discuss Creating 'The Rest', Boygenius - The Grammys / Unknown artist, Pinterest / True Blue, Boygenius / I Will Find a New Recipe For Custard Rolls, Liberty Beck / Hold You, Searows / On a Sunbeam, TIllie Walden / Leonard Cohen, Boygenius / On Pushing the Boundaries of Friendship, Hanif Abdurraqib / Pass The Aux, Boygenius - Pitchfork interview / On Pushing the Boundaries of Friendship, Hanif Abdurraqib / Leonard Cohen, Boygenius / On a Sunbeam, Tillie Walden / End Of The World, Searows / I Will Find a New Recipe For Custard Rolls, Liberty Beck / True Blue, Boygenius / Unknown artist, Pinterest / boygenius: “This is the time we finally get to be around each other – we’re gonna enjoy it”, Boygenius - Loud and Quiet / King's Crossing, Elliott Smith / On a Sunbeam, Tillie Walden / Sleeping With The Lights On, Searows

[grendel-menz]

A villanelle about wanting things