When I die,
I hope mother takes my bones.
Let her grind them up and spread it all over her home.
I hope the birds and the bees
Can make a home in my knees,
And let my skull crack open
Let it be filled with the ocean
When I die,
Let my dust be in the wind.
Let my thoughts stay in my mind,
Let my toes be knawed,
And my memories be thawed.
So that my name carved on the stone
Merely be another home.
When I die
I hope you won't be alone.
I hope you stopped sitting on your throne
Next to mine.
I hope that the world treats you much kinder
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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Miracle of the Black Leg"
[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]
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Mahmoud Darwish, from "Mural", Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems (tr. by Munir Akash & Carolyn Forché)
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from Epitaph, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]
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Fanart of all that's said in the low light by headlocket
This fic will make you cry the most cathartic tears ever. Be sure to also check out the epilogue, in lieu of the bells 🥹🧡🧡
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I think it's crazy we can't support anything anymore
Cause everything gets shoved straight out the door
Everything eventually leads to something awful or racist
And that's not the damn case at all sis
Look
If we wanted we could find a reason to cancel everything
But that's no way to be living
We'd be running in the forest before long
No internet, phone, or clothes on
Cause everything you know leads to something dark
Some random dude in the park
Could lead back to a serial killer or killer shark
We have to make everything so damn political
We're making people cynical
I just wanna live my life
Don't wanna fight
I'm so damn tired from this all
My heads feeling like a basketball - Ghost
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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Seventh Book; from ‘Don't be afraid—I can still portray...' tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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Mahmoud Darwish, from “Mural”, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems (tr. by Munir Akash & Carolyn Forché)
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Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]
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