FOUND YOU !
She's staring at me
through the window,
As the wind brushes past her hair
and embraces her skin
into a soft hug.
Her blood red lips don't move a bit,
expressionless
empty
quiet not calm,
yet her eyes are sharp
piercing through my skin
reaching out to my mind
knocking at the door.
It feel as if she has torn all my clothes
and worn all my shadows
as her own.
I stand there
naked
devoid of my walls ,
vulnerable,
for now I'm her reflection
and she is the real me
inside looking out.
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kind of want to have a spring reawakening where i write poetry again, read again, rise from the ashes, and eat men like air n stuff
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I used to think that chaotic,
Drowning, nervousness in love
Was what I wanted.
But I’ve found
There’s something more magical
About feeling safe in love.
-K.N.B.
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I really wish we knew more about Laufey in Norse myth
Because like
HOW DOES SHE FEEL ABOUT WHATS HAPPENING TO HER SON? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?
Like does she mourn him for what has been done? Scorn and pretend he doesnt exist because of what he will do?
WHAT DOES SHE FEEL?
The fact that Loki uses her name instead of Farbauti's interests the fuck out of me
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my precious mimi, my sweet sacrificial lamb ♡ / ophelia, friedrich heyser / tell me when it hurts, flower face / call me by your name (2017) / paper doll, flower face / the carnivorous lamb, agustín gómez-arcos / there sleeps titania, john simmons / viviane, renée vivien / mythological beauty, big thief / greek anthology; epigrams, antipater of sidon / in a week, hozier & karen cowly / my love mine all mine, mitski / venus verticordia, rossetti / nathan, flower face / cornflower blue, flower face / @tendermimi ♡
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hand quilting a red breasted merganser for a show in a local public park with my FNMI art collective and a local organization dedicated to reconciliation, the show is called ᐱᔦᓰᐢᑳᐤ piyêsîskâw, there is an abundance of birds. the piece is still in progress, i haven’t covered up the blood and grape jelly stains.
i’ve doing a lot of bird watching in the past few years, my city has some of the best bird watching in the world, apparently people come from all over the world to spot species that can only be found in this specific area.
i have also been thinking a lot about the words of palestinian poet marwan mahkoul
“in order for me to write poetry that isn’t political,
i must listen to the birds
and in order to listen to the birds
the warplanes must be silent”
i’m extremely grateful to live where i do, where there are no warplanes overheard and that birds live in sanctuaries, and it makes me sick to know that the government that systemically removed my people from our homelands and now forces many of us to live in the streets, are one of the many governments aiding in the systemic removal and genocide of palestinians.
as i have been quilting this i have been talking with members of my collective about how the struggles of FNMI and palestinians are linked both in our histories of genocide and in how the settler-colonial state that benefits from the removal of Indigenous land rights, the deaths of our people, and extraction of our resource is the same one aiding the settler-colonial state of israel in their efforts to do the very same thing to palestinians.
to marwan makhoul and every other palestinian: i hope that you can return homes and hear your birds again soon.
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