It's embarrassing how long I'd wait
If someone told me you were coming
-Dear Somebody Me
I lost a friend
Just little bits of poetry
By FLH
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GREEN
i am green green green
down to my breath
and blood
and bones.
green with envy
for all the beautiful things in the world
that i cannot hold in my hands
or press against my lips
or swallow down whole.
green with sick
all festering hurts
i don't know how to heal
and spreading poison
i don't know the antidote for
and hand-me-down aches
i don't know the names of.
green with greed,
the yawning void deep in my belly
that wants
and wants
and wants and wants and wants
from the day i was born
screaming with want.
green with permission:
yes please, come here,
do as you please.
i never did learn how to say no
and mean it.
green like plants,
like spring growth and summer leaves
like basil and mint on kitchen counter tops
like haworthia and pothos and monstera.
i am green green green
down to my breath
and blood
and bones—
but maybe someday
i will learn
to hold the whole rainbow
in my body.
- by sylvie (j.p.)
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1 Cor 13:1-13
And though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels
have not love
I am nothing
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studying latin is cool and useful and really interesting until you have to pull an all nighter to memorise roughly 70 chapters in latin of tacitus' most fundamentally dull historical writings
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I know this has probably already been said but….the fact that there is that little bit of static/noise when they are (most likely) lying just adds to the feeling of us as the viewers being a part of the fears(?)—more than tma every did even with the connection to the Web. Because that tiny deviation just solidifies that we are this thing listening them, and knowing things about them, that they have no control over. They supposedly can’t even lie. For we will simply know. We know them. They aren’t allowed to be unknown to us and longer it goes on the further we encroach.
Again this is all based on the idea that we are more so representing/actually are something of note. Other than the tapes. Mostly because I really enjoy the idea of that.
The littlest things, such as following them around, makes what is functionally us…feel more alive.
Not even can their words be concealed to the things that are slowly being filtered through, for we are a filter too.
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My mind is a museum
Of all the people you used to be
Waiting behind glass
For the day you come back
- Just Little Bits of Poetry
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I've been writing some poetry lately, but nothing I feel I can share online comfortably. It's very much influenced by current events.
(And, given the subject matter of The Pirates of Sissa, it's way too close to what's happening right now for me to feel comfortable actually working on it.)
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― ”Aubade”, Louise Glück.
Hockey Poetry Post 28/?
round 2 of using poetry posts to peer pressure people into writing the AUs I wanna read. @cinnamoncowboy baseball au pls & thank u
(Photo credit: Maddie Malhotra, Fred Kfoury III, Maddie Malhotra, Fred Kfoury III, Maddie Malhotra, link, Billie Weiss, Steve Babineau, Maddie Malhotra, Fred Kfoury III)
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