i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
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there's nothing more beautiful than the bond between two haters <3
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actually one thing causing severe sunday scaries is my former coworker said she'd front the cost of me submitting my writing to a pretty prestigious contest that includes mentorship and publication, and while i'm not afraid of being judged, because i know the value of my poetry and i know what it means to ME, i am deeply afraid of winning and someone being like do you have chapbook material, and me having to be like. well i have a pantoum about nathan mackinnon, some blackout poetry about being transgender from an article about the new jersey devils, and a really good poem-comic about grief and love and queer found family but it's also about witches and also it's kind of distantly fanfiction about the baltimore orioles but i don't have the art skill to pull it off. like hello? no. i don't fear anonymous judges disliking my poetry because ultimately i do not care about their opinion, i fear being asked to seriously consider publication of my nonsense poetry
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Pornography, Richard Siken
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if I clean my room do you think I'll find my will to live? It's been lost in the piles of laundry I forget to fold and hidden under empty cups and I think I remember seeing it on my desk somewhere but I couldn't seem to make the trip out of bed. I'm going to check the next three tommorows and after that I'll check some memories of you from years ago. But I haven't found anything there since our last conversation. I once looked for it in my mother's arms and found that she was looking,too.Maybe I'll find it when I brush my teeth today.Is it hidden in the water that flows down the drain? But if not, I'll pray again,I'll try again,I'll cry to God one more time. I'll bargain if I must. What can I give? I'm empty handed and rotten inside and I have nothing to offer so forgive me if I beg.
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