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poetslullaby · 2 months

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Yusef Komunyakaa & Chad Gracia, Gilgamesh: A Verse Play

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“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

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kinder than man, althea davis

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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I'm the villain

men write about.

– 12.25.22

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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pretty words

mellifluous: a sound that’s pleasing and sweet to hear

apricity: the warmth of the sun in winter

rakuyou: golden fallen or shedded leaves

retrouvailles: the happiness of meeting again after a long time

hitoritabi: traveling alone, solitary journey

luftmensch: an impractical dreamer, literally an air person, someone with their head in the clouds

raconteur: a talented storyteller who’s able to spin amusing tales from everyday tales; a person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way

sirimiri: a light rain

rimjhim: the pitter-patter of a light drizzle

petrichor: the mild and pleasant smell or scent of earth associated with the first rain after a dry spell

morii: the desire to capture a fleeting moment

fernweh: an ache for distant places; a strong desire to travel to far off places; being homesick for a place you’ve never been; a longing for unseen places even stronger than wanderlust

resfeber: the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; a travel fever that can manifest as an illness

smultronställe: literally “place of wild strawberries” a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness

dustsceawung: literally “contemplation of the dust”; reflection on former civilizations and people, and on the knowledge that all things will turn to dust

heliophilia: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight

brontide: the low rumble of distant thunder

sophrosyne: soundness of mind, characterized by moderation, self-control, and prudence

mångata: the glimmering roadlike reflection of the moon on the water

koi no yokan: literally “premonition of love”; the extraordinary sense one has upon first meeting someone that they will one day fall in love

abditory: a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place

datsuzoku: an escape from your everyday routine

rame: something that’s both chaotic and joyful at the same time

toska: the ache of the soul; longing with nothing to long for

dès vu: the awareness that this will become a memory

saudade: the love that remains” even after someone is gone; a nostalgic or melancholic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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why were we taught

to bottle up our

rage,

when men were

drinking it

down in gulps?

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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07.01.22

I wished for a lot of things,

but the stars have burnt out.

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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06.13.22

return me to the earth and let it consume me until time strips the flesh from my bones.

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poetslullaby · 1 year

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how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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05.24.22

Like math, I didn't understand you.

You were a problem I couldn't solve, and I gave up when I could've tried harder.

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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11.06.21

my mama told me about the ghosts — she said, “don't close your eyes, because they can still see right through you.”

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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12.27.21

He'd burn anything in his path just to find you, and when he does, you'll soon realize the scorch marks he's left behind is a reminder of what a man obsessed will do.

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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05.01.22

I asked her, “what does Heaven look like?”

she said, “it's forever changing.”

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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05.12.22

I want to let loose a scream — one that rips my throat out.

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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01.15.22

live in my head and

you'll be banging on its walls.

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poetslullaby · 2 years

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she pinned my wings down— put them on display.

she said it was to keep me close,

but it was so I wouldn't fly away.

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