fuck tiktok poetry cause now i can’t eat a pomegranate without having to be all poetic about it. like give me back my little midday snack! this is not “what it’s like to be loved by a girl”. this is what it’s like to be eaten by me !!!!
I'm always feeling lost, unaware of my surroundings. My days repeat and repeat, blending into one another. Then a week passes, a month, and then a year. I fear I might always be half awake throughout my own life, just letting it slip by me - never truly living it, more just hiding from it, never truly being alive.
I've grown weary with the times, become fatigued with failing, as though I've been swimming against the current, trying to keep my head up. A constant I fear. I'm always living in my head always find excuses to not be here.
Hey you reblooged a quote that was attributed to Franz Kafka but I wanted to let you know that it was actually written by an independent poet over on TikTok! I figured I'd let you know a. So the original poet gets credit and b. Because the whole piece is very beautiful and I think others should read it Here's a link to it https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT82hjdTC/
DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING
My father is a good man. Sort of.
He is good when I compare him to
His own father, and that's enough. I hope.
My father and I are more alike than
I'd care to admit, and whenever I feel
Pure rage, I know I am my father's daughter.
My father has gotten ... better.
I cannot help but wonder if it is too late.
He now asks why I am so
Angry, why I raise my voice.
He does not understand that
I learned it all from him.
I know it is my father's first time
on this Earth, too. And I know
He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
before the Big Bang, there was no up there was no down there was no side to side.
There was no up there was no down there was no side to side, there was no light, there was no dark, no shape of any kind. There were no stars or planet Mars or protons to collide, there was no up there was no down there was no side to side. And furthermore, to underscore this total lacking state, there was no here there was no there because there was no space. And in this endless void, which can't be thought of as a place, there was no time and so no passing minutes, hours days. Of all the paradoxes that belabor common sense, I think this one's the greatest this time before events, because how did we get from nothing to infinitely dense from immeasurably small to inconceivably immense. But before we get unmoored from the question at the start, let's take a breath and marvel at when math becomes an art because we don't have to understand it to know there was a time when there was no up there was no down. There was no side to side
You see it online, and you think it'll be silly. A question that'll crack Jason up. One he'll ask his siblings to fuck with them. So you slide in next to him on the couch, lay your head on his shoulder, and ask.
Jay, would you love me if I was a worm?
Jason looks at you. You smile, teeth holding your lip to keep the laugh in. You expect him to tickle your side, plaster you to the cushion. Is that one of those internet trends? I swear...
Jason doesn't smile, though. Jason looks at you, his eyes serious.
You love a worm now, he says. Of course I'd love you if you were a worm.
You blink. What is he talking about?
Jay, what do you mean?
Only worms come outta the dirt. Robin was light, but Hood is mud. And you love me. You make sure I eat and drink and sleep. You love me when I'm shriveled up. When I miss the dirt. When I feel cut in half. You hold a worm in your hands and kiss me goodnight.
And here is where he draws you close. Brands your cheek with his breath. You shudder.
I would love you if you slept in the dirt. I would love you if you couldn't work or make spaghetti or change the channel. I'd buy you everything you needed and I make a damn good marinara and I'd build you a little worm-sized remote. I would love you if you were split in half. I'd love both halves of you equally. You do that every day and make it look damn easy when I know it's not. I'd love you no matter what shape you took.
You'll spend the rest of your life convincing Jason he isn't a worm. That loving him isn't loving mud.
Tonight, you hold him tightly, kiss his chest, and take solace in the fact that if you were a worm, Jason Todd would kiss you on all five of your hearts every night.
Divinity will stain the fingertips and mouth like pomegranate. Swallow you whole and spit you out, I’m left wine-dark and wanting. i desperately reach out for it again, and again.. my greedy human fingers clutching at every part of you i could reach. Let the divine curl around my veins and slowly take me over- it won’t let me leave quietly. I feel divinity in my bones- aching like fire.