#my poetry thoughts

[septembersung]

Just me brooding about money, ignore and carry on.

I’ll be honest the whole “gift economy” thing even in grad school struck me as a huge cope. It is objectively cool and it’s proponents were sincere but also… It’s like when I was determined to do everything from scratch. Food making etc. Objectively cool and I was sincere as all get out but I also had lots of time and zero money. Now that I have a little money and no time at all… I don’t care as much. Poetry as gift and all the things made from scratch are worthy goals in and of themselves but also. Money matters. Time is finite. All the resources are finite and poetry by nature doesn’t fit into today’s economy. Which is a good thing! But then people try to make it fit and we get todays MFA culture. Which is… not a good thing. But anyway.

[fandom-trash-goblin]

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!

in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image

[notforeveryonesk666]

Actually I wanna be someone’s comfort person. their go to. their favorite. the person they wanna grow with and heal with.

[sunsbleeding]

[flintpunks-mind]

A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

[nighttime-thoughts]

Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If you don’t accept me at my worst I make sure you won’t ever see the best of me.

k.b. // u never deserved my best in the first place

[and-corn]

[luciferslilith7]

Death whispered,"I'll love you more than life ever can."

Picture Credit ~📍 pinterest

@luciferslilith7

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[septembersung]

@fictionadventurer re: your tags:

So, full disclosure, this particular messy (nigh unreadable) first draft (the Odyssey poem) was preceded by a free write. I didn’t know it was a free write until I felt it go off the rails and let myself finish the train of thought anyway, but then I realized I could start over with the first line. Then when I recopied, I changed a handful of words. So it’s not 100% raw? But also not what I’d consider actually revised and ripened. I’ve been writing last thing at night so the whole process of finding prompt to posting takes 20-30 minutes tops. Which feels reckless and daring, like dictating into a tape recorder 😂

[fandom-trash-goblin]

Let me tell you a story. It goes like this: my father is the worst man alive, and i am his favourite daughter

— on fathers, mirrors, and unwanted inheritances.

twitter user @/yesindeeder // Doomed From The Beginning - written by @/veniennes on tiktok // in image // I Would Leave Me If I Could- Halsey // in image // in image //nimmieamee on ao3 // Ptolemea, Ethel Cain // Benjamin Alire Sáenz - Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // in image // evansville from tumblr user filmnoirsbian // Snow and Dirty Rain - Richard Siken // Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong

[muguetdemai]

Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried; from "A Letter To Love"

[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

[musings-n-museums]

i'm gonna make them so proud.

quote, @plumslices \\ i will, mitski \\ photo from pinterest \\ never grow up, taylor swift \\ photo from pinterest \\ quote, lalah delia \\ the best day, taylor swift \\ photo from pinterest \\ quote, @mounaks (could not find their acc) \\ both last photos from pinterest

[pink-heart-writes]