#poems about you

[fuxcked]

From the moment you met my lips

I was salivating

Sipping salaciousness

And sin

As you scoured my tongue

My mouth longs for you

And My body aches for you

The rise and fall

Of your chest against mine

The mountains

And valleys of your skin

Every cell

Erects in your presence

Every nerve

Sets ablaze

I was ravenous for you

-Savory

[astrangerwithapen]

" I never talk about you.

Perhaps because I'm afraid that once I talk everything comes back.

The fact that I miss you but you,

You don't miss me.

The fact that even after all the hurting,

I still love you.

I mean, I claim that I hate you,

That you don't exist for me anymore.

You're just someone I used to know.

A side character that dissapeared in the background.

But when I'm alone and my mask drop,

I'm a lonely person.

When my ice heart thaws a bit,

I still ache for your love.

Your warm embrace,

Your soothing words.

But they wouldn't be the same anymore.

You wouldn't be the same anymore.

Afterall you cut me.

You made those wounds.

You froze my heart.

You made me build those tall walls to keep people like you outside.

You made me hard.

Tough.

I don't let people close because of you.

I don't trust "I love you's" anymore because of you.

You made those words taste like a poison.

Like a sick lie.

A sharp lie, ready to stab me in the back.

I don't trust you.

Even when I want to,

I can't.

So I don't talk about you.

So I don't feel those things.

So I won't miss you.

So I won't let you hurt me again."

[nilouave]

what can i do? i want to feel something in the wake of what has been done, maybe i can say the words that could shine a little sun.

what can i do? it's all lost it's spark, does it tell you, too? my lungs are filling fast, sinking into the place where my soul is displayed. my heart has gone deaf, to the words you say.

so i lay here, in the bed i’ve made, and with the future i’ve written, begging myself just to forget it.

what can i do? our sins aren’t forgiven. it’s like all i’ve been doing is trying to get to heaven.

so what can i do? when i’ve laid out the path of heartbreak for me and for you.

i’m in a standstill of what could have been and the things that i cannot let be anymore. dull eyes burning but all i do is watch it pour.

i’m in a standstill of love and what it means, so i say that you can let the tides shift, cos i can see that the waves are suffocating. before you let me drown, before i spoke my words — it’s all i do.

maybe someday you’ll be with me but with that i cannot tell. i’m a standstill of life and hell, and i keep swearing that it’s all for you.

[yourblue-mygold]

Third day without you

I'm torn beetween the anger towards how you left me and the sadness for the kisses and hugs that I'll never receive from you again.

Even though I was always the one making the first move.

You said you're usually not like that, but are you sure? Perhaps you're projecting your own insecurity on me. You said we're too different, but baby you're an introvert too. You can fool yourself how much you want, but you're not gonna change that.

I'd like to see you with someone who could "unblock" you, as you said yourself. Would that girl wear a dress and heels instead of dirty converse and a jumper? Would she make love to you the way your favourite porn stars do?

When I was speaking you barely listened and in the rare moments you did, you couldn't go past the "I don't think the same, she must be stupid".

If I had sent you pictures of myself wearing that outfit, that black dress, would that have made you fall in love with me?

You wanted somone sexier and charmier but you acted like a piece of ice, how could I have felt warm enough to expose myself the way you wanted... You should have made me feel loved and cherished.

I tried to talk to you a few times, my own way of asking you for more love. You weren't willing to change not even in the slightest... While I was ready to reinvent myself for you.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I hope this is the last time I write about you. You don't deserve to be my muse.

[featherafter]

My hands

You said my hands

looked like they had worked

and you'd hold them

like they'd earned your trust

I hope you've learned

how to swim by now

for there is an ocean between us

it hurts

I walk past the shores

there is no sight of you

just a blaring sun

blinding my hopes

trying

to set the ocean on fire

till the moon arrives

to my rescue

it hurts

that I still want you

I can't tell the days apart

it's always dwey in my room

won't you come and get me

I was better in your bedroom

I wonder if it rains there

like it used to

does lightning remind you

of the moment I was with you

your love was striking

and then it withdrew

fast

just like that lightning

we saw from your room

Is that pup still there

in the apartment under your balcony

the one you wanted to rescue

I remember everything

you said you wanted to do

now I can't tell

why missing you

feels like a betrayal

of myself

it hurts

to be me

but it hurts worse

that you don't

miss me

You said my hands depicted

everything they'd been through

I guess it must be true

they've been a little shaky

since embracing

the lightning of you

and here I'd thought

I'd be

the lightning for you

my light tried and tried

but could never quite

strike you

-rg

[spocksgotemotions]

Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.

Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.

Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[softinvasions]

DIRECTOR'S NOTE • Nov. 2023

You can't go home. This play has a particular care for and interest in its victims. The resident

inciting event is endless. tragedy is much more concerned with footnotes than it is with gods.

well acquainted with what happens afterward, storytellers claim they can't diverge from what's

written: resist. rage against what must be. tell a story about war without talking

about love. survive its aftermath. fail to find resolution. make this suffering

a home. There's no breaking this chain— fate, as always, gets its way.

Poetry assembled from the program of an Oresteia production. Nov. 2023.

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

a self-esteem guidebook: learning to embrace your imperfect self (1992) - kenneth a. beavers

"exploding you with my mind"

[uovoc]

my sister and I both agree that one of the best parts about china was how there's food everywhere. And not just, like, bags of chips, but real hot, cooked, tasty food. You hike to the top of a mountain and there's a guy with a cart selling chicken skewers and freshly steamed corn on the cob. When you hike to the top of a mountain in america, what do you get? Nothing. An uninterrupted view of nature. Where did we go wrong as a country

[juliairawrites]

igniting within.

i can feel it in my bones,

feeling your soul within me.

igniting inside me.

the fire within your soul,

magnetic field,

so enticing.

~ Julia Ira*

[scrapnik]

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[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

I flirted with

an ex

while in a fluid marriage

and he’s taken

but I didn’t talk to him

like he was

and he texted me

on his brother’s wedding

rehearsal night

while she was at work

and it was him

in a suit

and he wanted me to

melt

so I did

by telling him

he was too ugly

to be on my friend’s list

and to add me back on facebook

at another time

when he was presentable

every cell in my body

responded in a riot

combustible alchemy at the

thought

just the thought

he spent time

in his days

thinking of me

and actions speak louder

than the words he hated

to say anyways

and he sent me

a picture of him in a suit

because he trusted me

to make him feel better

I told I hated him more

today

than I did any other days

and I’ll let that burn

in his system

like he does

in mine

with nothing

but a flicker

of interest

I’ll hate him

until I die

again

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[mediapen]

BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

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