#I had a dream about you

[derangedrhythms]

In these dreams it's always you:

Richard Siken, Crush; from ‘I Had a Dream About You'

#richard siken #crush #i had a dream about you #poetry #excerpts #o

[asoftepiloguemylove]

if someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised / because every night i tell her about you

Richard Siken I Had A Dream About You / Vance Joy Mess Is Mine / Alessia Di Cersare The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines / Frank O'Hara Biotherm / pinterest / pinterest / Tyler Knott Gregson Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series / Amrita Pritam Pinjar: The Skeleton & Other Stories / Ron Hicks Twilight Conversation / Joseph Marius Jean Avy Bal Blanc / Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem / Shahrazad al-Khalij

#on love #on emotion #on falling on love #on yearning #on pining #richard siken #i had a dream about you #vance joy #mess is mine #alessia di cersare #the side effects of eating too many clementines #frank ohara #biotherm #tyler knott gregson #chasers of the light #amrita pritam #pinjar #ron hicks #twilight conversation #joseph marius jean avy #bal blanc #natalie diaz #post colonial love poem #shahrazad al khalij #poem #writing #words #spilled poetry #dark academia #spilled thoughts

[cricket-approved]

Mainly, I loved you then and I love you now, I fear I will always love you, long after the poetic and arbitrary amount of time and long after I should, but I think you know that by now.

#car seat headrest #csh #lots of references to that #famous prophets (stars) #twin fantasy #living like weasels #original art #art #red #A #richard siken #i had a dream about you #frank ocean #ivy #unrequited love #web weaving #*cricket noises* #Annie Dillard #sketchbook

[malaisequotes]

“I said my arms are very long and your head’s on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did. Then you wanted pasta, so we trampled out into the tomatoes and rolled around to make the sauce. You were very beautiful.”

I Had a Dream About You by Richard Siken

#I Had a Dream About You #Richard Siken #Quote #Poetry #Crush

[octoberdead]

#richard siken #web weave #the torn up road #i had a dream about you #crush

[foxesjostens]

savior complex - phoebe bridgers / i had a dream about you - richard siken

#mine #web weaving #parallels #phoebe bridgers #savior complex #punisher #richard siken #i had a dream about you #poetry #words words words #words

[wastealien]

i had a dream about you by richard siken

dana scully and fox mulder

#the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #x files #xphile #mulder x scully #msr #mulderandscully #this looks like a case for mulder and scully #1990s tv #richard siken #siken #richard siken you fuck #i feel sick #i had a dream about you #Spotify

[dreamycinnamongirl]

#richard siken #crush #i had a dream about you #poetry

[0girlblog0]

you can’t convince me adrianne lenker hasn’t read this poem

#adrianne lenker #anything #richard siken #crush #i had a dream about you

[sadwitty]

I had a dream about you last night.

We kissed on the stairs.

It made my soul melt.

I wish I could just forget about you.

Forgetting would make my life so much easier.

Erasing the memory would erase the pain, but it would also erase you.

#my words #my writing #musing #love #kiss #dream #I had a dream about you #soul #pain #pain of heartbreak #heartbreak #heart been broke so many times #heartbeat

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"In the dream I don't tell anyone, you put your head in my lap."

Richard Siken, I Had A Dream About You

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[benjaminalphabet]

i’m in the canyon.

stood alone among moonflower and cacti,

and i contemplate some far away god.

i walk the bottom and imagine a great river must’ve run through here years ago,

driven underground by drought and erosion.

i suppose plate tectonics have mercy on nothing, not even the earth herself.

i cannot describe how i feel about that.

the animal dies, but the fossil remains.

i cannot decide if the beauty is in the destruction or the preservation.

i contemplate how, still somehow, they coexist;

like you and i

in certain ways.

i have been trying to save myself.

i am much like the earth,

some vague middle point between heaven and hell, between ecstasy and death.

i walk the landscape between the wind and the water,

and i cannot decide where i think i belong.

under this vast open sky, i still clutch old religion in my trembling hands.

here, where there are no bibles or churches, i have nothing to hold.

as if i were some moonlit creature discovering the cool blueness of early morning for the first time,

there is so much i thought i knew.

now i wonder what it means to leave all those lessons behind,

is there such thing as newness when childhood is over?

someday i’ll go back to the cliffs.

those indigo trees are still in every one of my dreams.

i never told you about the lighthouses.

good god, those lighthouses.

it’s the closest to religion i’ve ever been.

at their feet i was a true faithful; intrinsically reaching for a God residing between them.

i knew even then, if i were some shipwrecked sailor, i would swim toward them until i either made it or drowned.

someday i’ll drive that winding highway, and taste the citrus in the air of the northern shore of Lake Superior again.

by then,

this nondescript something inside me will have finally found peace.

all the crows in my mind will have stopped screaming,

my thoughts - not swarms.

last night, in sleep

i held that little sepia snow globe in my hands.

dancing under green and gold glitter

it held quiet mornings when we’re late for work,

tiny alarm clocks sat on tiny nightstands.

string lights, laundry rooms, soft echoed laughter.

we seemed very far away;

laying our tiny heads on tiny pillows,

me and you,

yours, mine, us, ours.

walk with me quietly through this dream.

some tired worker inside me has finally cleaned up all the blood,

underpaid, unappreciated.

the carnage finally ended in the night

but nobody noticed.

i can’t trust the lighting,

or the liquor,

or the loneliness;

but there might be something holy to be found between us,

you and i.

i couldn’t tell you about it before had you asked me,

(you didn’t),

i was scared then.

i realized soon that we are not like the doves who mate for life,

but i loved knowing you like a robin - one ardent season, and we migrate in different directions.

i have been exhausted for so long.

who could blame these purple bags under my eyes if they still think you’re beautiful?

saltwater and teardrop bottles have no place here in my bedroom.

holding pink roses against my chest will not make my heart beat faster,

it never has.

i think there must not be inherent beauty in valentines.

i think trust is learned, and taught.

the black lace on my skin does more than just hold my body together.

i think love is given, but it must be asked for.

i think of every time i have tied my hair in a knot on the top of my head to keep it off of my neck,

i was hoping you would find no obstacles on your way to the jugular;

pulse oximeter in your lips, don’t tell me if i’m dying.

i’ve had dreams of you i can’t speak of.

i know the consequences of this;

but there are no sirens in my body,

no red lights -

there is no screaming.

no sense in this;

when will the days of love leaving me bruised so suddenly be gone?

i still feel that cupid’s kiss on every part of me,

but i will always be alone in sleep -

i’ve left the lights on.

the lighthouses still reach,

and someday i will learn that sweetness does not always come with a price.

the taste of tangerines in your arms,

it was an ironic thing, how good it felt.

i remember the foxes in the kitchen lights.

doorways, and zip ties,

trust me i will not forget the ways confession has mauled me -

love can be wolves.

there is no grief in me for wild dogs anymore,

and i will not tame them by learning to run faster.

you know, neither will you.

see, i can get close to gentle things now

without needing them to be mine.

i can hold glass in my hands

and not feel the urge to break it.

i’m no longer a swan ripped from her home,

i find peace with the backyard birds that know nothing but freedom.

i know that mercury’s shadow has made me so heavy.

i watch the sparrows,

and wonder why i’ve always chosen the ones who are like birds -

those who always choose flight.

i am not sure what changed when i walked away from you,

or if growing up is a sudden thing;

but i did right by both of us when i threw myself from your nest that night even though i didn’t want to.

i suppose that’s the metaphor i’ve been searching for:

the fall is necessary first before the flight.

1.25.24 || dove theory (full moon)

#my writing #i had a dream about you #listen i dont feel any type of way

[malaisequotes]

“On the way to the hardware store I kept biting your arm and you said if I really was a vampire I would be biting your neck, so I started biting your neck and you said Cut it out! and you bought me an ice cream, and then we saw the UFO.”

I Had a Dream About You by Richard Siken

#I Had a Dream About You #Richard Siken #Quote #Poetry #Crush

[yuckcitybaby]

In the dream I don’t tell anyone, I'm afraid to wake you up. In these dreams it’s always you: the in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued. I Had A Dream About You

#thz #i had a dream about you

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。10:07 PM — AL-HAITHAM.

al-haitham asks you to marry him before he even realizes himself what he’s just asked. it’s a random tuesday night. you’re in worn out pajamas, he’s still got slight damp hair from his shower, and the both of you are curled up on the couch.

you’re rubbing his chest and his arm’s wrapped around your waist when you murmur, “we should get a place with more windows.”

he raises a brow, turns to look at you and scan over the side of your face. it’s familiar, the way you look so pretty under the dim light, on the same couch against the same walls in the same living room. but it’ll still feel like the first time even if it’ll be his last.

“is the design of our current home not up to your standards?” he asks, making you giggle.

“it’s nice,” you hum, “but it needs more windows. and a bigger kitchen. and maybe a backyard.”

“this home is conveniently close to our place of work,” he argues, fingers creeping up from under your shirt and rubbing circles into your hip. it’s soft—your skin, it’s warm and familiar under the rough pad of his thumb. it’s a touch that’s routine enough that you don’t squirm in surprise anymore when he finds your bare skin, and then he wonders for a moment if there are other routines waiting for him.

maybe he’ll watch you wait for him through the window as he comes home. maybe you’ll dance in the kitchen as coffee’s being made. maybe there’ll be picnics in the backyard as the sun sets. maybe, when you have a new house but the same home, he’ll find more of you in the walls and the corners of every room.

“haitham,” you huff, “a little extra walk won’t kill you. we should find our dream home.”

“our?” he asks after a moment, like he’s shocked. you only nod against his chest.

“of course, silly,” you chuckle, “i certainly won’t be house shopping with the general mahamatra—”

“we should get married,” he blurts.

“what?”

“my grandmother left a ring,” he instantly explains, “it’s a very nice ring, i promise. you won’t have to worry about having a bare finger—”

“that’s not what i meant—”

“and it can be a small ceremony,” he assures, “it shouldn’t take much planning. but if you’d like something fancier, i don’t mind either, it’s your wedding day just as much as it is mine—”

“that’s sweet, but wait—”

“and if you’re worried about time off for the honeymoon, as the former acting grand sage, there’s still a few strings i can pull for us both. i hear inazuma is nice during spring, so that gives us—”

he’s rambling. he’s figuring it out right here and now and it’s the last thing you expect of him, not having an elaborate plan—and it takes you by surprise. but he’s breathless and his eyes are wide and his chest is warm and his arm is still wrapped tightly around your waist.

and you couldn’t dream of saying no.

“you think you want all this?” you ask gently, “with little old me?”

“there’s no one but you,” he mumbles, holding you closer. and if there’s a slight bounce in his knee as he waits for your answer, you pretend you don’t notice.

“so you want to get married?”

“i want to marry you,” he corrects, “i want you. marriage is just the means of how.”

“okay,” you say with a hitch in your throat. after a moment of silence, you let out a shaky chuckle, eyes watery as you meet his. “okay. let’s get married.”

“okay,” he nods slightly, swallowing thickly.

“and we can have a house with more windows,” you add.

“and a bigger kitchen,” he agrees.

“and a backyard.”

“maybe a bigger study,” he adds thoughtfully.

you grab his face at that, with enough desperation that his cheeks are squished in your hands as you turn him, pressing your lips to his. you taste him, feel him pass through you as a breath of air, hear him ring through your ear as a muffled grunt.

he’s a part of you. he’s every inch of you. he lingers on your skin and knits into your bones. he’s yours now and somehow….somehow he’ll be yours forever.

“i’m going to get married,” you sniffle. “how exciting.”

“i’m going to marry you,” he murmurs, like he’s still processing the fact that you’re here, and his, and you’ve said yes.

“i love you,” you giggle, pressing your forehead to his.

his eyes close and his arm squeezes you gently. “i’ll always love you.”

edit: everyone stop fucking commenting about the authors note it was a joke and the comments are getting old :/ why don’t you actually leave feedback on the fic itself for once and show writers some support as you consume content

you people don’t fucking understand how insanely in love with him i am i want to make a fur coat out of his pubic hair and wear it on a cold winter day idc

#i had a dream about this so i woke up and wrote it and now i’m going back to sleep #teepods.writings #drabbles. #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff