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"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."
unknown / Mitski Cop Car / Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams / Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light / Margaret Atwood / Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who / Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton" / @/thymoss (tumblr) / unknown
i. unknown [ "I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing." ]
ii. Mitski Cop Car [ "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog / I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog ]
iii. Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams [ "I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair. ]
iv. Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light [ medical diagram of a dog. "Let the harsh light warm you / Let the harsh wind carry you away ]
v. Margaret Atwood [ "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; / your need grows teeth ]
vi. Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who [ "Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth." ]
vii. Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel [ I want to bite, / I want to chew, / I will eat you up. ]
viii. @/thymoss (tumblr) [ sketch of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of its snout pointing away from it. "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" ]
ix. unknown [ "I love you like a rotten dog, / I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / Like a monster, like a beast / Like something not worth loving back" ]
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our sunday visitor's family guide to movies and videos (1999)
“happy pompeii bread day”
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I won’t tell you how
the mouth will never be honest
as its teeth.
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Crust of bread, and such
Mookie Katigbak Lacuesta
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I like when Monk talks about Trudy. He is truly in love with this woman and his expressions of love are for the small details he noticed about her all throughout their time together.
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Proof of Love
A light dusting of sun flours the counter
my hands and your cheek. The water is raised
to the temperature of our bodies.
What we lack in space, we make up
for with practice and patience.
I sift in some salt and melt
some butter. We are never out of honey,
you say with a mouth full of hunger
and your eye on my waist, let’s make
this one sweet. The yeast blooms
in the wake of your sleepy smile.
Something in me blooms too. Something
perennial, elastic and I cannot think
of a better way to start the day.
All I know is between us
there is softness and there is rise
there is knead and then there is need
and plenty of heat. On days like this
the kitchen is so warm
the bread bakes itself.
- Cora Finch
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love all caps poems. love 2 read some one day
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Mikey’s Bread
What was it meant to be?
Was there a recipe?
A reason for this,
A reason for anything?
People write poetry
Spit prophecy
Scream unendingly
Question everything
Is that what you want to see?
Is this who you want to be?
Is that what you wanted to see?
Is this who you wanted to be?
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For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Beomgyu's voice breaks completely on the ‘my life and my bride’ line and by the time he finishes the poem, he is openly crying. You’re crying too, and hugging him tightly to you. You’re sure you’re both making quite the spectacle of yourselves but you don’t care. You hold him so tightly your fingers turn white and he does the same. You feel a sense of loss so intense and vivid, it's as if you've lived it. You’re scared that if you let him go, you’ll be torn away from him just like in the poem.
“Why–” He sobs, “Why did they have to be torn apart?”
“I don't know, baby.” You bend down to kiss his forehead, not really knowing what to say but wishing to calm him down–calm yourself down and try to shake off the irrational fear that something like this is going to happen to you. “Sometimes life is just cruel.”
“No. I can't accept that.” He says resolutely, sitting up to face you and reaching out to hold your face in his hands. “Promise you'll never let anything tear us apart.”
“Beomgyu–”
“Please…” His voice shudders as he tries to speak through his tears. “I can't lose you.”
“Oh, baby.” You sigh, reaching out to wipe the sparkling tears off his face. Oh, how you'll say and do anything for this beautiful boy.
“I promise.”
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didnt fit in kofi: inspired by ur work, made poem about it. doesnt mention any robotsex sorry. named CREATURE FEATURE. // Deservedness notwithstanding/ (I am a creature,I am a grub),/ in all my monstrousness,/ unsightly and grotesque,/ I wish to be loved./ Gillman, Wolfman, Frankenstein,/ and me, and me, and me./ It’s you, it’s you, it’s you/–the construct I’ve crafted,the idea of you-/You may now kiss the monster/(I do, I do.)/You’d be soft,/ and warm,/and whisper, "I want to be with you, too."
anon I am fucking sobbing., crying my fucking eyes at at my fucking desk . Christ this is so fucking COOL. I know EXACTLY what this is about. I know exactly WHO it's about and it just hit me so fucking hard I can't. I fucking can't.
Thank you for this I'm gonna finish crying in the shower (positive) ughjnghfj
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Orange peels, pith and all,
I bury in the ground and wait for
Honoratus to give them root
As I bake bread for the ménage
Alas, a mulberry bush has grown in place,
Full bloom for the feast,
I bake a cake in honor of the bishop:
A pastry base, pâte feuilletée,
Bordered with profiteroles, pâte à choux,
Dipped in molten, caramelized sugar,
Filled with both créme chiboust and
Chantilly
A labor of love for our dear Saint Honoré
The mulberries will be ripe soon,
A blessing of the gods,
Stained wine-red with forbidden love
And a miracle of the man known as
The Patron Saint of Bakers and Pastry Chefs
@nosebleedclub April 7th - Profiteroles
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Wrote a lot more stuff recently, feel free to give any opinions or feedback:
SEARCHING
I search
for the words
to write
in you
I search
For the things
To say
In you
But what do I do
When you leave
And you've left nothing
For me to write about
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"SALMON IS GD'S MOST TRANSGENDER FISH"
Come down to the river and
sink down up to your knees in the snowmelt running rapid and white
Stare down into the water and wait for your reflection
To become something else, and
Strike out to grab God with both your hands
As it tries to escape to breed and make more of itself
When you've caught Him, eat the body and the blood
and the bones, too, and then look for a new God
because just one won't last you all winter.
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