#such an incredible poem

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The New Religion - Chris Abani

[geryone]

Love Poem, Megan Fernandes

[perfectquote]

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, I had a thought for the fantasy au! So on one of the previous versions of the WH website, there was a rhyme for the show that went:

A house is a place with four walls and a floor,

with a ceiling above and a lovely front door.

There's a bed to cradle you safely at night,

and windows to bring in the morning sunlight.

Your house is a mirror of just who you are,

A reflection that tells you to never stray far.

Which I thought might make a good incantation for when Wally properly summons Home (I can't remember if that's ever required for Warlocks but hey, it's still a fun poem regardless).

ohhhh this. i like this...

bonus og sketch! big ol eyes...

& no capalet because uhhhh eh nah and also i wanted Home's pendant to be on full display!

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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[thoughtkick]

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[geryone]

Rifqa, Mohammed El-Kurd

[perfectquote]

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close | Jonathan Safran Foer

[perfectfeelings]

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close | Jonathan Safran Foer

[quotefeeling]

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close | Jonathan Safran Foer

[geryone]

Wound is the Origin of Wonder, Maya C. Popa

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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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exurb1a, from "A Large Red Button You Must Never Push That Fixes Everything" in Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

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laura palmer graduates by amy woolard

I can’t love them if their hands aren’t all tore up

From something, guitar strings, kitchen knives & grease

Burns, heaving the window ACs onto their crooked old

Sills come June. Fighting back. That porchlight’s browned

Inside with moth husks again & I can’t climb a ladder

To save my life, i.e., the world spins. Even when it’s lit,

It’s half ash. Full-drunk under a half-moon & I’m dazed

We’re all still here. Most of us, least. For the one & every

Girl gone, I sticker gold stars behind my front teeth so

I can taste just how good we were. I swear I can’t

Love them if they can’t fathom why an unlit ambulance

On a late highway means good luck. I hold my cigarette-

Smoking arm upright like I’m trying to keep blood

From rushing to a cut. What’s true is my shift’s over &

I’m here with you now & I’m wrapped up tight

On the steps like a top sheet like the morning paper

Before it’s morning. Look up & smile. What does it matter

That the stars we see are already dead. If that’s the case well

Then the people are too. Alive is a little present I

Give myself once a day. Baby, don’t think I won’t doll

Up & look myself fresh in the eyes, in the vermilion

Pincurl of my still heart & say: It’s happening again.

[thoughtkick]

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close | Jonathan Safran Foer

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listen. LISTEN. The original Cats poems have SUCH an interesting historical context because on one hand it's "haha funny cat poem" and on the other it's "these were written by a royalist fascist that was every kind of bigoted imaginable" and being able to read them through both lenses is an EXCELLENT practice in media analysis, like

Me: Awww, Jennyanydots is a motherly figure to the mice and cockroaches, who are like misbehaving little boys and girls :) how sweet :)

Also Me: The "cockroaches" just need employment, you say? To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment, you say?