#if one of you does just pls polietly ignore me

[pipedreams13]

I discovered Richard Siken’s poetry a while back and I don’t believe I’ve ever read something so raw and beautiful. Every one of it is a fucking masterpiece like jesus fuck i. am. in love.

Scheherazade was the first work of Siken’s that I read and I just knew that I couldn’t leave it there. His words coiled around my heart and stayed there, rusting in my blood.

I’ve had a distaste for poetry for a good bit of time (you can thank school for that) but i do remember the first time i fell in love with a poem was when i read ‘The Raven’ along with most of Poe’s work.

The next significant one to come after Edgar Allan was My Papa’s Waltz by Theodore Roethke, months after my unexpected interest in poetry. I'm not quite sure why i remember it so distinctly.

I’ve read more since then, some of it downright terrible and some, like these, stay.

“So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”

-Robert Frost

A single word,

you turn my heart into a beating grenade,

The metallic circle of death clinging to your fingers,

winking as my flesh catches flame.

#my laptop unexpectedly shut down in the middle of this and everything got deleted so i had to rewite it #so that fucking sucked #that aside #i have a tendency to obsess and hyperfixate over things sometimes if you havent noticed that already #but honestly though #richard siken #has just used my heart as a pin cushion and frankly im not even mad #i feel blessed that i found out about him in the first place #good things are hard to come by #either way yeah i didnt think i'd feel this great to just write about shit i like without the worry that someone might get annoyed #if one of you does just pls polietly ignore me #let me have this one #is it weird i suddenly wanna squeal when i have never actually done that? #well it cant be weirder than turning my tags into my inner monolouge at 3 in the morning #i'll take leave here #i should probably sleep #probably #crush #poetry #poems #writing #robert frost #theodore roethke #books #literature #my rambles