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Escalator, art gallery

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the sun by Mary Oliver

#You always know when it's mary

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PLEASE LOOK AFTER MOM, kyung-sook shin, trans. chi-young kim

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Robert Wood Lynn, “Bringing a Gun to Chekhov’s House”

#Oh exquisite

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Coldbright

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Performance

#writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryriot #twcpoetry #spilled ink #poetry

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Some life experiences that may apply to you, Lev St. Valentine

#These pieces shatter my fucking heart

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Her mother, too. (K.P.K)

#Oh my god

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Scattergraph Skyline

transcript under the cut

Conditions are perfect for data collection,

so when the light pollution stirs gold into the night

we can plot our points

and get to work.

A scattergraph skyline just for you -

red lights blurred through the dead trees,

waiting for spring with the rest of us.

Did you come out here hoping

something bad would happen to you?

I think maybe you did.

Can't commit to the bit yourself, so hang it all

on a stranger's intentions. You sure know how to delegate.

The peaks and troughs tell a story, and

I'll be damned if I know what it is,

but everyone knows a downward trend when they see it.

Without a sense of direction,

your compass needle whirls like a hurricane, and

everywhere starts to look like the north you're trying to reach.

You're teetering on the edge,

waiting for the push that never comes -

hoping someone will take it off your hands.

Circling the drain until they do.

I think these points don't add up to much at all.

If you've ever wondered how long you could be gone

before someone came looking,

I give my heart to you entirely

If you've ever gone looking,

I give you the rest.

You can take better care of it

than I ever could.

#writerscreed #poetryriot #poeticstories #twcpoetry #spilled ink #poetry

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Come On/Die Young

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The first thing you realise is that you didn't take enough pictures -

followed, inevitably, by the thought that

you couldn'thave taken enough

if it was all you ever did.

I am haunted by that song.

“Old songs stay 'til the end;

sad songs remind me of friends.”

It's January again. I'm sitting on the sheets

and remembering that the light

used to fall on your face like snow. Holding a picture

I keep by my bed. What did you see

that you couldn't look away from

with those dark, damp eyes?

I am haunted by that song.

"Would you stop me

if I tried to stop you?"

It is very likely I can't save anyone, but that's no reason not to try.

Come on now. Let's get back to it. Wipe

the dirt off your knees and pick the gravel out

piece by piece. You know how this goes by now.

Someone will kiss it better, and

I'll clean it up if you'll let me. I

am haunted by that song.

"And the way it is,

I could leave it all."

One more year without you:

same as all the others, and infinitely worse.

Save me a seat, ma cherie. I'll see you when I get there.

Don't hold it against me if I take my time.

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digital footprint, lev st. valentine

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i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

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A poem that tends to pop into your head?

'Morning Poem', by Mary Oliver (who else?)

2. One line from a song

'Standing naked in front of that hotel bathroom mirror, in her dysphoria's reflection she still saw her mother's son' - 'Paralytic States', Against Me!

3. One line from a movie

'Nostalgia! That's why you're here. You're a tourist in your own youth.' - Sickboy, Trainspotting 2

4. A word you avoid for fear of its overuse?

Struggling to think of one particularly but I avoid direct reference to sex and genitals cause it feels weird to write. Bad habit, though. I also avoid people's names but that's a stylistic choice.

5. One word that describes me (metaphorically) No explanation.-

Melancholic

Thanks for the tag! :) Tagging @misunderstandeverything

For the Poetically Inclined...

Tagged by the irreplaceable @allnightsong2 for a new tag game. Which goes like this...

A poem that tends to pop into your head?- The Orange by Wendy Cope, i carry your heart, e.e. cummings

One line from a song-

I see you suddenly alive And nearly smiling Stop and hold my breath And watch the way we used to be

Nightwindows by the weakerthans

One line from a movie- "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti." Silence of The Lambs

A word you avoid for fear of its overuse?- Honestly, N/A

One word that describes me (metaphorically) No explanation.- Moody

Tagging @adamantseal

@poetrex @edamessiah @st-bullshit and anyone who wants to! No pressure 💜

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ever since i learned about ghost buildings i haven't been able to stop thinking about them

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"Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem compiled out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft