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20 years from now,

i want to marry you

we’ll stay here together

as dawn turns into noon

we’ll walk somewhere warm

among the stars and vines

absent of time or space

your body laced with mine

here we grow a life

around us from out of the ground

where theres you there’s fire

there’s warmth when you’re around

i’ll lose all that glitters

to find something green

not in birth or dying

but somewhere in between

we are in constant bloom

we are breathing still

you poured out my dead water

so i could finally fill

my body up with wonder

my mind with ultralight

when something feels so pure

do you question if it’s right

20 years from now

we’ll be somewhere new

and i’d walk the earth to find it

as long as i was with you

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I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

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Jennifer Willough, from “The Sun Is Still A Part Of Me”, Beautiful Zero: Poems

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Leila Chatti, I Dreamed I Forgot 

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hello wanderer

i needed somewhere safe to store my words, so if you’ve stumbled across my collection, please, tread lightly. for we are all healing from the same war.

love,

jo

(she/they)

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i used to carry a sickness in what i thought was the pit of my stomach. something aching and needy. that was before i knew the womb was a wound. and that what is not shed only grows infected.

i would only know release if i was brave enough to first accept that which rots inside. a nights rest would only find us if we learned to forgive the day.

- “She Left the Womb Ablaze” by Jo

#womb #poetry #mommy issues #learning how to heal #slowly but surely #jo

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oh poor child of rage, ye of such little consequence?

i hear your screams of silence, your muffled sobs, and the thrashing of fists and feet within your closet. young one, beneath thick skin, do you burn for understanding? long for sensitivity? grown tired of a constructed peace?

perhaps you are in desperate need of a someone to see you -and i mean really see you- and give you long overdue permission to catch fire. to spread to the sky and destroy all that inhibits your flame.

sweet one, only you can grant yourself such sanction.

- “One Motherless Angel” by Jo

#jo #motherless #angel #poetry #i’m angry but i don’t know why

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“why?” she wailed as she dropped to her knees, feeling the dead land extend for miles beneath her. with tear soaked eyes, red and wild, she sat there writhing in empathy. soft hands grasped for signs of life in the shadow of the underbrush, only to be met in vain. a savage scream rubbled within her until it broke from the cage of her body, and her cry pierced the air with the grief of ten thousand years.

“have they all forgotten we’re only a part of the Earth?”

“Deme’s Inferno” by Jo

#poetry #mother earth #jo #the earth is dying #and i’m so sad about it

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she has never said she loves me but I see her smile when she makes me coffee or tells me about her day- she bounces with excitement and blinks real fast. I never thought I'd believe in love, but I could drown in it now.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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Churching, Kristin Chang | Shiv, Rachel Mckibbens | Mouse Koan, Catherynne M. Valente | A.J Hamilton | I am not a woman, I'm a god, Halsey | Fever 103º, Sylvia Plath | No God Only Curse, Kwon Hea Lin | Grief Lessons, Anne Carson | Psalm 46:5 | Somewhere In Africa, Anne Sexton

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oh my god- 🫀

@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /  @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl / The History of the Band-Aid / weird-facts.org / 

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned