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the c word, cancer and casseroles.
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simmyfrobby · 5 months
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― "Nazareth," Rosario Castellanos
Hockey Poetry Post 94/?
(Photo credit: Denny Simmons, Denny Simmons, Dave Sandford, Dave Sandford, Bruce Bennett, Dave Sandford, link, Dave Sandford, Jason Kempin)
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beomgyutruther · 1 month
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the raven boys // fanny and alexander by ingmar bergman // the raven boys // blue lily, lily blue // gentle.earth // the raven boys // your best american girl by mitski // the dream thieves // your best american girl by mitski // blue lily, lily blue // i'm your man by mitski // the raven boys
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waitinqroom · 2 years
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michelle zauner / ocean vuong
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pencap · 4 months
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GREEN
i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones.
green with envy for all the beautiful things in the world that i cannot hold in my hands or press against my lips or swallow down whole.
green with sick all festering hurts i don't know how to heal and spreading poison i don't know the antidote for and hand-me-down aches i don't know the names of.
green with greed, the yawning void deep in my belly that wants and wants and wants and wants and wants from the day i was born screaming with want.
green with permission: yes please, come here, do as you please. i never did learn how to say no and mean it.
green like plants, like spring growth and summer leaves like basil and mint on kitchen counter tops like haworthia and pothos and monstera.
i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones—
but maybe someday i will learn to hold the whole rainbow in my body.
- by sylvie (j.p.)
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glasswaters · 1 year
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oh, but i love her.
teeth and guts and roaring waves, she crashes against me where i stand. when the wind picks up and she buckles underneath me, it is the world she turns upside down. the ache in my lungs grows sharper, these days.
as though each rocking motion drags my chest across a whetstone, uneven pressure and ever changing angle, until I am worn to metal dust. until the lines in my palms are deep enough to hold her, and my walk wavers when I leave her.
some days, she is quiet, see. she lies, still and unmoving underneath me, and when I look into her, it is into the eyes of a fanged thing that has long since had its last meal. the thing lays still.
the thing smiles. and she is, all at once-
there is a whale carcass rotting somewhere deep within her, sinking ever deeper, still. there is salt on my lips and the smell of seaweed in my nose. in my hand, the rope is fraying. upon my chest, my shirt is wet with longing.
oh, but i love her.
- take your two good hands, and cup with them your heart. it will not be the last offering you make her. she will swallow it, and leave in its place a thing with teeth.
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unsat-and-strange · 3 months
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jonny d'villes heart ticks audibly. the crew can hear it during the few and far between quiet moments on board the aurora. it's so steady, tick tick tick, a reminder that he is there and they are all alive together, never speeding up or slowing down. sometimes they joke about using it as a metronome during practice.
jonnys heart ticks. he can hear it every waking moment. tick tick tick. it never slows down, even in the deepest sleep according to the rest of the crew. it never speeds up even when his blood is more adrenaline then actual blood, times when normal peoples hearts would be racing. whether he's laughing his ass off or terrified for his life (I guess old habits die hard?) it. never. speeds. up. sometimes it's fine, he can ignore it but there are days when the constant tick tick tick tick tick tick tick is too much. the days when he has to drown out the sound with gunfire and screams or music loud enough to make his ears bleed. some days even that barely cuts it and he debates putting a bullet in his head just to make it quiet for a few hours. the rest of the crew has gotten pretty good at recognizing those days, and they know how to help him get through them, just like he knows how to help his crew through their bad days. nastya will bring him into the near deafening engine room and theyll play with power tools until their hands are covered in grease and grit, or Tim will sit him down on a speaker and play the bass so loud the whole ship can feel it, or Marius and raphaella will tell him about unethical medical practices they've witnessed/performed or Brian will just hold him close until the rhythms of the metal man's body distract from the tick tick tick tick of his own heart. the constant tick of immortality is loud. jonny can't deny his luck in finding a crew that is almost always louder.
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strqyr · 7 months
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writing ruby & blake as partners: it's about protecting your inner child, keeping the spark of hope alive no matter the odds, there are no answers only the desire to make the world a better place than it was yesterday. two beautiful flowers, one with thorns and the other highly poisonous. every light needs its shadow for it to not be blinding and every shadow needs its light to not get lost in the darkness as silver meets gold.
writing weiss & yang as partners: 'oh, not you again' part TWO!! fire and ice, the princess and the dragon, two opposites to such extremes and so stubborn that no one thinks it will work. but, after lots and lots of bickering, somehow... it does. they find a common ground, learn to compromise, the ice melts a little as the fire cools off, the bickering turns into teasing and oh boy do people wish they had stayed a bickering mess focused on each other bc one wrong step and still, the ice bites and the fire burns, except this time it's not just one of them, it's both.
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deancaskiss · 9 months
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if I was a ghost i’d always be floating away. i’d want to haunt you but that would mean staying and even then I wouldn’t have the strength to not just leave
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trickstersaint · 1 year
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a bit(e) of advice // april 3 2023
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hzyhedonist · 2 years
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Soft as dew-drops when they settle
In a fair flower’s open petal.
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sysig · 6 months
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Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)
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denimshortsdean · 5 months
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1 Cor 13:1-13 And though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels have not love I am nothing
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simmyfrobby · 10 months
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― Louise Glück, The Seven Ages
Hockey Poetry Post 37/?
(Photo credit: Francois Lacasse, Minas Panagiotakis, Mike Carlson, link, Vincent Ethier, Scott Audette, Francois Lacasse, Scott Audette, Scott Audette, Dave Sandford, link, Francois Lacasse, link, Mark Blinch, Mark Blinch, Brett Holmes, link, Mark Blinch, Jeff Bottari)
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moonsvvv · 1 year
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hanaoka fujio and takajo tsukasa — something or other about love, unconditional
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I don’t know anything about destiel but I know the idea, the appeal. The idea that a human, inherently a sinner in theology, traumatized and broken, can fall in love with an angel. An angel above humans, who is humans, and is nothing even close to them. An angel who is perfect. A being unfeeling and unknowable but revered, perfected. Worshiped usually but no this angel is loved. Loved by a human in only the way a human could. This angel is touched with the sin stained hands of a human in the way only a human could. This angel is tainted. He loves him more for it.
Or maybe it’s the idea that an angel fell in love first and the human followed after. A human persuaded by this being, a human revering this being and that reverence turning to nothing but recognition. This angel is the same as him. He takes a step forward towards this angel who might be his but he wouldn’t know. A blind step, blind hope that the angel isn’t lying. Maybe angels don’t know how to lie, maybe they do. Humans wouldn’t know.
It’s a beautiful idea I think, that two beings who are so different in make and lives and life could fall in love. Fall is in the name. Angels aren’t supposed to do that. This angel does anyway. This human is there to catch. He drops him though, he’s not a very good catcher.
It’s beautiful to me, that little idea. Simple. Wonderful. Perhaps even, miraculous. That’s silly though, nothing about love is a miracle.
I’ve never seen supernatural.
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