esoteric-dyke

[esoteric-dyke]

Do you think he knew he'd do it?

Before he set off

down down deep into the hot melt

of Hades

when he put down his lute like a judges gavel

when soft grass turned

sulphur

and he thought about seeing her face again.

(wouldn’t you, my love?)

And what did they ask him after?

His mates at

the pub in the years that

followed, did he think he was tricked

or fooled did he not believe

it was her-

sweat of soft palms pressed its

religious.

(look at me like you have to,

look like it’ll kill me)

Was he crying?

When he turned like a dead man in

his grave. Did he laugh or scream

or reach out to kiss her

and what was

that empty taste that fell

on his tongue? A question

without answer a record with no

music a prayer

taken in silence

to a dead god.

(wouldn’t you take

my bones between your

bare teeth just

for a second?)

Aphrodite on her highest mountain,

won’t you tell me of Eurydice's

smile when she

saw her lover’s eyes.

#modern poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #prose #love poem #ancient greek #greek mythology #orpheus #orphydice #orpheus and euridyce #GUESS WHOS BACK WITH ANOTHER FUCKING GREEK MYRH POEM #back on my bullshit

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if u want to be my girlfriend u need to read my seven evil poems

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So I go up to this guy and I give him an inch and what does he do? too fucking right mate, he takes a mile. unbelievable

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more like lady AWOOOGA

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sorry i cant hang out today i have felt the breathing of the clouds under my fingertips

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in the midst of im unloveable, i found within myself an invincible fuckability

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me: so theres this guy named bo burhnam

the people chained to my cave wall: is there a worl d outside of the shadows on this wall

me: hes so funny he tells a joke and then he gets serious its sos illy

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"my future sits in

my arms — a baby,

she's at 4 months or

thereabouts, the kind of age where

the smiles you

get in public still have that

glint of pity.

she is crying on

the bus and people

are looking and

i can't calm her no matter

what i do and i call my

mum

i say i dont know how to make

this work

she asks me what books i’ve read recently

thus spoke zarathustra, i say, and

the prose was

nice if you could

lookover the eugenics

and misogyny but mostly

it made me

scared

she asks why

i say that i am not camel

or lion or baby.

that i don't know how to end a journey

i haven't started,

alone as i am in his desert

she says to salt the pasta water before

you boil, to never buy

something unless you can buy it twice,

to budget before the week begins

so you never miss out on rent

she says hold onto yourself, baby

some days i wish i

knew how to let go

i kiss the baby’s forehead

i am not ready for you,

i tell her but

you are here,

so am i

the bus pulls to a stop.

when i get home

i will forget to salt the pasta

water until the last minute

and it will splash and

burn my

fingertips.

so i'll run my hand under

cold water til

the hurt dies down"

-Thus Spoke A Crying Baby On A Bus To Central Station

#modern poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #prose #future #literature #poems and quotes #look okay i know being scared of being an adult is cliche u dont have to remind me #but we all are so fuxking deal with it #i move out in less than a uear now and i dont know how im going to make it #but im going to #also can u tell ive been rereading the glass essay by anne carson can u can u can u #philosophy #friedrich nietzsche #nietzche #thus spoke zarathustra

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would you still be in an awkward situationship with me if i was a worm

#wlw #sapphic

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what if we were hungover in the city of dust what then

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i think my philosophy on adaptations is different from most people's tbh. if i have to see one more take that's like "if you wanted the same story just read the book" i stg.... if they wanted to write a different story why did they choose to adapt a beloved book? like yeah i did want the same story lol my bad for assuming a "faithful adaptation" would be the same story??

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"beak at my stomach

blood on its tongue

it is pulling

out my fire

it is burning

cold on my guts

my warmth my

warmth-

was gone before

i left

it as i hand

my liver to man -

eagle? man.

she kisses

my forehead and tells

me she's sorry

tells me i have made gods

of clay figures and oh

oh the romance of balance

as titanhood

turns sludge- i

am not

what i was.

please where is my fire,

brothers on your mountain,

it is only my

soul."

-On Foresight

#2024 is for romanticising prometheus like u bitches have done to sisyphus #the parallels between giving urswlf at ur best in fire and at ur worst in ur own viscera #man as vulture and culture as man #did not the titan of foresight know his own punishment? did not he pass his liver like fire feeling its warmth leave him #did he not smile? blood coats his teeth and his palms are burnt and he laughs like he doesnt know how not to #prometheus #greek mythology #mythology and folklore #modern poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #prose

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as far as i’m concerned all pussy is clown pussy

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"fuck me like a corpse, you’re the killer

kill me like a god kills a man

hold me like the sun held icarus

wax melts on fingers that don't understand

hit my like a dog,

i'll bite you till i am

i'll bite how you want me to

blood on the altar, i'm your ram

fill me like christ on a sunday

like blood and bread and flesh

and i am full - you are empty

you are empty and i am blessed"

- Vomit on the pavement and I'm sorry

#modern poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #prose #so this format is so plagiarised off of im ur man by mitski its not even funny #but the beloved mentioned communion and i had to #trying out rhyming schemes ???? new and novel #might try and write some chords for this and do a littlt ditty even tho i cant sing #art is abt the joy of creation u dumb cunts ill sing anyway

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"you were dead before

we started

hands spread across

tarmac; icarus in

flight.

i saw you in

red and grey and only

your head left safe

nose still

twitching and my foot

was on the break

and in the empty between

seconds i was out

of the car and

mum was yelling

to get back

in and for a moment

i was her – gripping rabbits fur

like the red soaked

arms of my kid daughter

as i cried putting

flesh to lip

iron to tongue

asking what i could have

done and my baby. my

poor baby.

but i didnt.

you are an invasive species.

my hand grips to the wheel

my foot on the accelerator.

you are an invasive species.

and you are already dead

and there's nothing i can do

you are an invasive species

and you didn't ask

to be

but still i

drive and still

your skull cracks under my wheel and

its better

this way.

its better."

- An open letter to the rabbit corpse I saw on the A1 just past Nowra

#modern poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #prose #tw sh implied #look this isnt good but wrote it in a blind rage #after driving over a roadkill rabbit #this is real and factual and happened #so the rabbit ks a meraphor for that rabbit i saw #also thoughts on this titling style ??? i like it

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legend of the dog's tooth and a forehead scar ─ by judas h.

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you dont get to desire oliver as an evil mastermind, bc we see its not true. weve seen him lick a bathtub and keysmash his way to milf murder. but you also dont get to desire him as a poor little meow meow, bc we've seen him make calculated decisions to exploit the cattons implicit bias to his advantage and fuck over farleigh and venetia, even beyond the point that its necessary. hes not an antagonist you can morally condemn but secretly admire and sexualize for their power, nor a protagonist you can morally condone and pity and sexualize for their weakness. he is not wholly helpless. and even to the degree that he is, being helpless to his desires to achieve an even higher level of privilege does not make his methods any more savory, because its PRIVILEGE.

oliver is a tragic figure in that he represents the way the upper middle class idealize an achievement that is ultimately hollow and can only be gained by destroying everything that makes life worth living: a romanticized dream of ultimate wealth. felix is the living embodiment of the privileged white supremacist upper class, and how they see themselves: generous. attractive. deserving of their wealth because of their very refusal to admit - or even truly appreciate - the power it grants them, which they mistake for real humility.

but outside of olivers unreliable narration, we see that this is a fucking lie. the generosity of the rich isnt given out of true sympathy, but repulsion masked as pity, fuled by a desire to retain ones status via the appearance of deserving it due to ones beauty, whiteness, and perceived moral highground. and this is never more apparent as when that pity is finally revoked from those it begs for an excuse to openly revile: people of color.

saltburn evokes in us a desire for the *style* of wealth, and a repulsion for the *substance* of how its acheived: through lying and scheming, racism and sexism, rape and murder. to surround oneself with beauty and avoid ugliness of any sort is to drown in blood and choke on vomit and cry into a cold grave, because you deem your grief itself too ugly to feel. and worse, admitting it was your desire that drove the real substance of the thing you were craving - love through admiration - into an early grave is too much to bear.

so. you will flick the dirt from your suit and suck the tears back in your eyes and tell yourself for the rest of your life it was out of righteous repulsion. you will ressurect the ghosts of your victims and tell yourself theyre just trophies, because for all your desire to be alone, you cant stomach living in an empty house that wasnt even yours to begin with. and the physical reminder of your trail of graves to the center of the maze, is the last shred of substance you have left. but hey. at least youre dancing naked in style, right?

#op im obsessed witj u romantically #this is such a good take