#this poem was originally named

[eikawrites]

A poem of two comrades. And the reward they receive at the end of their journey.

Flesh tearing from the sides,

slowing down the beating of my heart.

Only one soul left to survive,

My friend, I wish you a lonesome depart.

Enjoy the blessings of this place

(if there are any,

because to me there's naught but

a lengthy and sorrowful race

leading to thorns and spikes to embrace.)

Unfortunately for both of us,

my friend walks over my limp self.

His gaze never falling to where I was,

but to only where I am now.

The large, gaping windows call forth,

his journey almost heralding an end.

"Live for me," I had told him.

"Breathe for me," I had yelled.

But as I looked up, his eyes told me

the very words I had dreaded:

"It was not the treasure nor the journey,

certainly not the reward we received.

But, my companion, it was you.

It was you who made me perceive,

that life was indeed a colorful bloom,

but, my sweet--

that is only if I were with you."

A grand piano pierces the long quiet,

an occasional companion to his footsteps.

His end is almost near, despite my riot.

The promise that he could have kept,

remains lost in the cold wind

that finally sweeps his life away-

to be reunited with me.

[thoughtkick]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[verrlorenpoet]

PACIFIER

[elizabugz]

She was always looking for her love in the rain.

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[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Pride Poems Day #4 Theme: Transgender

Children of the Stars

Midnight.

I’m alone in my bed.

I get up stretch, and head outside.

Change into my favorite hoodie,

Walk to the field by my house.

Sit under the powerline, pull out a sheet of paper

How to see the Children of the Stars Step One: On a clear night, go out to a place where the sky is open & visible Step Two: Make sure you are alone, only certain people can see them Step Three: Look Up.

I look around,

I am alone.

I look up,

And I see them

They dance and laugh among themselves

One glows pink, but she’s wrapped in blue

Another glows blue, but he’s clawing at the pink surrounding him

and handing it to her

There’s a yellow one dancing by themself on the horizon,

One flickers between so many colors it’s hard to tell what they are

A red and green band plays music in the corner

All around there are so many

Colors abound.

Some are gray, with only the faintest hint of color glowing from within

They haven’t yet realized they are children of the stars

Some people want to kill them, hurt them, twist them inside out

They haven’t realized they are killing the children of the stars

I’ll remember you, Children of the Stars

Never let another sun set

Where you aren’t loved ever again

I'll love you, Children of the Stars

For as long as I am alive,

There will never be a sunset

Where you aren’t loved ever again

[perfectfeelings]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[perfectquote]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[usefulquotes7]

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hate so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

[bonnibellexox]

(a far too casual post for my Status Quo account but i had to tell someone)

So I'm one of those people who gives all my characters weird, literal, poetic names that tell you something about them. Phylum, Canopy, Minnow, Mycelia etc

BUT

Elmer Vacanti, a big, sarcastic, too strong for someone with such poor critical thinking, rat scientist is named after two scientists that were fundamental in the history of using rats for experiments. Elmer McCollum and Charles Vacanti are known for creating the first nutritional study using rats in America, and growing a human ear on a rat’s back, respectively. I named him this ages ago and this was my only reasoning. I didn’t look up his name origins at the time.

ANYWAY

It’s important that you know that my book has a class system based on genetics and achedemic test scores. Nobles are the ruling class, then Pillars, Abiders and finally, Defectives- people with genetic conditions and deformities. Elmer was born an abider, thus his family idolises the Nobles and hopes to have a child reach that status one day.

So.

Guess what his name means? (I cant make this up)

Elmer: Noble (British)

Vacanti: Empty Headed (Italian)

COME ON. THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY. ADMIT IT.

Interested? Check out my book, Status Quo! @status-quo-book

[reds-skull]

I'm researching Scottish mythology for the Cyberknights AU, and I was skimming through the wiki entry for the Glenmasan manuscript (I'd tell you what it is, but I haven't actually finished reading yet), when I read this sentence

Like what are the fucking chances

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

the sun doesn’t know that the moon wishes to be engulfed by him.

the sun doesn’t know the moon wishes the sun to have many stars see him in all his glory.

the sun doesn’t know the moon looks up at all the billions of stars each night and day and wishes on each and every one that the sun can burn brighter, can calm his soul, and can feel at peace at last.

the sun doesn’t know the moon wishes to hold the sun’s hand, to be caressed by his warmth, even when others are scared by his heat.

the sun doesn’t know the moon sees him and loves him, even when his light dwindles a little sometimes.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will always cherish the sun, even when he doesn’t know how to cherish himself.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will always be grateful for the sun’s glow, even when the sun wishes that he didn’t glow so bright, cuz the moon will always be bright because of him and so many other planets will be alive and themselves with him there.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will love him always and forever, through thick and thin, through night and day, through death and life.

[thoughtkick]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[thehopefulquotes]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[rotinmycore]

my name is a synonym for tarnish.

[quotefeeling]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[stay-close]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss