#unfortunate poetry

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[unfortunate-poetry]

Why have fuel to burn in the night

When morning comes so bright?

When leftovers reheat so well,

And I get into my sewing and dwell

Razorsharp focus and Hell;

It's finally fucking winter,

And crisp December mornings freeze my lungs and swell.

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Wake & bake and appreciate some nature if ya can

[flowerytale]

Mahmoud Darwish, from "Mural", Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems (tr. by Munir Akash & ‎Carolyn Forché)

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[artslovergirl]

hm? oh, nothing.just thinking about how in this scene

the game changers ad is placed perfectly in the background so that art is literally looking at them, seeing tashi cheat on him, much like he did in atlanta, symbolizing that even this time when he didnt actually see it, he knows.

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken

[thatsbelievable]

[rouzys]

i was young — godlight, noah kahan

dave sandford / dave sandford / andy devlin / dave sandford / bill smith / andy devlin / bill wippert

[hellokittysasuke]

[threewordusername]

an elegy to you.

d.b.a

[unfortunate-poetry]

Saw your pfp &

Took a look-see.

I'm still wondering,

Why your number stats are important?

"7 million followers on TT"

Uhhhhh, okay?

[golden-letters]

some days im mothering the child within me who never got her words of comfort

you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine

i say to her, hugging her knees, 

it’s going to be okay, you’ll make it, you’ll be fine

[earlgaylatte]

Burnt Popcorn

I never misgender myself, Unless I’m standing in the kitchen with my mom,  Cooking popcorn a bit too long So it sits on my tongue with that bitter-salt-char Only the two of us can stand. 

When I was growing up,  The kitchen was small enough to call it A confessional booth, small enough,  To keep fathers and devils out of it,  Small enough, That male intrusion felt like sacrilege. 

One of these afternoons, I just know- I’ll come home to it expanded,  Rugs pushing neatly into the living room, Cupboards organized by ingredients  Instead of color. 

I’m not a woman, but part of me Will always be a little girl twisted  Up on the floor of the kitchen chewing Mango pits and getting caught underfoot.

Sometimes I see her in the reflection of clean pots and pans,  When I’m seasoning cast iron. I make tea and the loose lemongrass in Mom’s cup Forms her daughter’s face.

Did you have prophecies too, Mama? Or  Is that something you shed like a Second skin when you started going to that Fundie church for a boy with blue-grey eyes and A haunting grin? I want to know

If the ashes from his cigarette falling Onto your pregnant belly revealed the Spiteful bitch I’d become.

I used to identify as a girl, now,  I  identify as a witch and a bastard. I call myself things You’re too disgusted to utter out loud. 

But sometimes, I miss using your wooden spoons to burn popcorn The way we both like. I’d let you kick me off your counters  A thousand times if you’d just call me your son.

Dear Midwestern Daughter, Dear Midwestern Ghost.  One of these days I’ll hand you the dread I shouldered like Judas and teach You just how I earned this name.

[flowersandfashion]

Sun & Moon

requested by @oops-it-is-i

[trickstersaint]

core // september 26 2024

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (or so the tarot says.)