#rambling poem

[visgrapplinghooks]

Painted Green

Musings On Transient Beauty

The walls are painted green: A very light green, Reminiscent of the hue of a tomatillo.

They damage so easily: Marks accumulated over months of abuse, Marred by stains and scuffs and water.

And I often wonder: Why the fuck would you paint your walls light green? It doesn't make any sense!

Why make something beautiful only for its beauty to fade?

I crave a beauty built to last, Something that will never fade, Persisting past my own fading.

And I often wonder: Is there something I'm not seeing? Where's beauty when it's fleeting?

But transience doesn't mean things have to entropy so quickly.

A beauty built to last won't last forever, But it sure as hell will last longer than these walls painted green.

[unnamednemisis]

I am not real,

I am an illusory echo, screaming into the void

and watching what bounces back.

Hoping to see something new wash ashore.

The dying echoes and death throes

of a fallen angel

reborn as a rising ape

sailing alone against the steady march of entropy

and death

with a new dawn on the horizon.

[ss-prose-poetry]

Some Sunday From Now

I imagine us on the phone,

Or maybe under the same blanket.

I wish for us to be close

When it happens,

Even if that does not mean proximity.

Some Sunday afternoon,

Far from now,

I hope to finally

Spill my guts to you

And not have to clean them up.

I picture

Violently writing my confession to you

In my blood

On our kitchen floor,

Or into a letter I’ll bravely hand deliver

With chocolates

Or whatever your favorite dessert is that month.

I’ll finally let you in

Whether you hold my heart or not.

Truth be told,

I’ve only kept it in place

By tangling myself up—

Landlines, sticky notes,

And leftover embroidery thread

From projects we bought

For a rainy Sunday afternoon

So long ago.

Some Sunday from now,

Will you sit with me again

And hear me right

When I tear the words from my cowardice?

When I rip them from my throat?

I love you.

I always loved you.

I said I was just a broken thing

And never felt things right,

But it’s okay,

Because I loved you on sight.

You don’t even have to stitch me up:

I love you.

You don’t have to write me back:

I love you.

You don’t have to bring me gifts

Or cotton

Or glass:

I love you.

Even if it makes a mess of me,

Like pulling the dandelion from the sidewalk,

I love you.

Some Sunday when I am stronger than I am now,

Let me be cradled in admonition,

Let me confess this to you:

I love you.

You don’t even have to fix me up over it;

I’m used to it by now.

It would just be nice to tell you

So I can learn to keep it together.

On some selfish Sunday,

Be my priestess and not my doctor;

I will pour myself out

And you don’t even have to sip:

I love you.

I have always loved you.

It may be the one good thing I did.

- Saltgrave

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[megthemariner]

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[sualne]

suicide kings

[spocksgotemotions]

Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.

Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.

Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop

[risetherivermoon]

i think people should implement the fact Odysseus cries CONSTANTLY in the Odyssey into their epic stuff more...cuz the sentence 'I then began to weep" is said so much itd take me forever to tally it up,

[and-corn]

B I G N E W S !

I've made an art book and the Kickstarter is about to launch! It has writing, illustrations, and comics similar to this one! It's called Waving at Airplanes and it's probably the largest project I've ever done (I'm quite proud of it).

The book will also include this comic, this one, plus this, and this - AND 6 additional, never-before-seen comics/illustrations! So if you happen to like those comics, it would mean a lot if you considered getting the book! You can check out the Kickstarter page here!

Since the artwork is already done, the Kickstarter is really just a pre-order (to cover the cost of having the books printed and shipped). It launches on 9/9/2024 and will last 4 weeks!

Thank you! These comics may not be my most popular, but they are the most personal to me, and the support for them is really special.

[hopelessfandomfreak]

kathryn hahn said in an interview that she and aubrey plaza would send each other MUSIC AND POEMS while they were shooting agatha all along and if that’s not the most sapphic way of getting into character ever I don’t know what is

[petrichor-poet]

I wasn't made for flings or situationships. I was made for falling head over heels in love with someone who loves me.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

BUT WHO COULD LOVE ME? I AM OUT OF MY MIND // IVAN & TILL

pinterest // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Anne Sexton Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, "The Papa and Mama Dance" // Fall Out Boy Hum Hallelujah // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Ernest Hemingway The Garden of Eden // Florence + the Machine Grace // Elliot Wake Black Iris // The National Daughters of the Soho Riots // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Mitski I Guess // Adam Silvera They Both Die at the End // Lorde Writer in the Dark // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Margaret Atwood Cat's Eye // Chris Abani Dog Woman // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Warsan Shire Souvenir, "Our Men Do Not Belong to Us" // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Louise Glück Faithful and Virtuous Night

[musings-n-museums]

i miss you so much (i forget why)

clips of all too well: the short film directed by taylor swift \\ scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo \\ anything (demo) by dodie \\ post by @inanotherunivrse \\ tiktok comments by harashsidhu and ashmanathletics \\ tonight i can write by pablo neruda \\ the glass essay by anne carson \\ i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams

[foldingfittedsheets]

One sunny day when I was in high school I was walking home alone. The sun was shining, gentle wind rustled the treetops. I was just starting to be able to see that beauty again. I had been depressed for a long time, but that mundane walk home felt magical to me.

On the sidewalk I saw something unusual. I was in love with life in that moment and fascinated to know more. I crouched down to observe and saw the most enchanting bug. I’d never seen anything like it. To this day I can’t remember what it looked like, only that it was as beautiful as the sun shining on the green world below.

My attention was rapt on this tiny magical creature living in such a massive and wondrous world, wondering what it was and marveling that I’d never seen anything like it.

I didn’t hear the girls come up behind me on the sidewalk. But suddenly there was a leg beside me. I wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking at a bug. I was glad someone else might come observe this tiny wonder with me.

Her foot shot up and stomped down abruptly, crushing the object of my interest. I looked up at her.

I didn’t know either of the girls standing above me. They had seen a stranger and decided to punish her for behaving in a way they considered unacceptable. I looked up at the face of the girl who had killed my bug, trying to understand her thoughtless malice.

I think she had expected me to be upset or visibly shaken by her destruction. When I stared unblinkingly up at her she seemed to feel a brief moment of shame, shifting uneasily.

Then she and her friend turned and walked away without a word spoken.

[deeneedsaname]

Is this anything

[youareunbearable]

Tried to explain my love for Maedhros to my dnd group and they just didn't get it :/ its pretty clear that he is a Poor Little Meow Meow