pansyfemme:

can you be utterly and madly in love with me for one second

newwavepoetry:

Cat

Moet

Bitches

Poetry

Poitry

Spellcheck

Glagolitic

nobrashfestivity:

Maren Hassinger
Rivers

Happy

Alive

Watching the wind

senor-plume:

Glue. Scissors. Old magazines. Cardboard.

Suggesting

Unfamiliar

Annoying

Above ground

Abandoned

Left to weather

Foreign

Aging

Old

Dry and gasping

Ghosted

Read aloud

Asked politely to leave

The night

Begging

Attached

Softly lit

Waved off

For good measure

The exterminator

Your parents

Hung in the doorway

Not welcome

Not here

Not now

doladodireito:

Boo:k of Longing, Leonard Cohen.

huariqueje:

The night rests against the balcony door   -   Leif Engström ,  2023.

Swedish, b. 1992  -

Oil on canvas,    253 x 230 cm. frame.

One second fumes

Trying to impress you all

Short circuiting

Maybe not

But maybe

While the wind tells me how much I’m loved

The soil below me

Full of lead

And some local politician’s allegedly stolen my shoes

garadinervi:

Brice Marden, Aphrodite (Negril) with Green, (stick and black and colored inks, with white gouache, on ivory wove paper), 1991-1994 [Art Institute Chicago, Chicago, IL. © Brice Marden / ARS, New York]

Old friends dancing around

On psychiatric drugs

Dressed up as Gram Parsons

Radio humming

Mocking standardized high school tests

Violent

Passive aggressive

Sweet

Unset ink

Accidentally smudging

Flicking rhinestones into oblivion

William Blake dissolving into modern concrete descriptions

Jack Kerouac kept in hell for not asking permission

Gregory Corso outliving both

Reading Shelley w/o reading Shelley

Slide guitars rambling in the distance

Stolen cars moaning in the background

Old trees croaking

Whispering, “I love you”

Candle lit

Shelves hung up with thumb tacks

Ceramic songbirds settled

Trying to keep up with the seasons

Freshly picked flowers

Framed paintings

Velvet

Lightly toasted pasta

Sequined pillows

Fresh lines

Pretty lights

All saying,

“Goodnight goodnight’

All saying,

“Tomorrow will better”

stevenluce:

Dear (Insert Name Here),

Life’s weird
I look at my hands and get freaked out
I look at the clock and get freaked out
A commercial’s playing in the background
I love(d) you
With all my heart

Whatever happened to us
Whoever said what when
I think about you more than I’d like to admit
I care about what you think more than I’d like to admit
Something’s blowing across the ground in the distance
Humming a soft song

I don’t know why I did that thing that one time
Maybe I was scared
Confused
Upset
Maybe I was out of line
But I didn’t do that other thing
I don’t care what anyone else says
I didn’t do it
I was in the clouds
Scattering down

Maybe I’ll never see you again
Maybe I’ll die tomorrow in a freak accident
Maybe I’ll explode and dance among the stars or whatever

I’m sorry
I love(d) you (Insert Name Here)
With all my heart
Whatever’s easiest for you
I genuinely wish you the best

-Steven

Yaaaaa