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ybon-paramoux · 2 months
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Michael Bergt - Succumb
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"The effect you had on me was the effect you could not help having. But you should stop considering it some particular malice on my part that I succumbed to that effect." - Franz Kafka, tr. by Ernst Kaiser, from “Letter to the Father.
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fiestry · 3 days
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Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? 🐐
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sheilab34b · 5 months
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Apparently I succumb to temptation easily
an admirable trait
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kind of want to disappear (disappeer?)
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justanartist01o2 · 23 days
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Just gonna post this wip
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piss-piggy · 3 months
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minimumwagecola · 2 months
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Hey. You're here. The pinned page. Name list: Vintage/Adam/Cabbage 𖧐 𖧲
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dreams-of-mutiny · 1 year
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blurredlandscape · 1 year
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The Shore
Do you like how red my lips
after you've been kissin em?
How tossed and tousled my hair
after you've been within me?
Send me over the edge
You are relieving
Like white water rapids taking over me
I am conceding
Do you admire the prints you've left
As you're receding
Leaving me hard for breath
I'm in your leaving..
Sandy angel now
writhing in needing
Aloft in spritly airs
Upon your soft feelings..
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genfaze · 2 years
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Wakabayashi
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onlyhurtforaminute · 2 years
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succumb-survival
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kerrycoxpoetry · 1 year
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Succumb
In the breath
of your hand
on my neck
I learned a new language
that north-facing plants know
but don't ever tell us
a sordid, silent reverie
a mirage in the
thirstiest desert's dance
when suddenly set free
these streaks of cheek-lit
answers
announcing each
new cleaving
your endings so uneven
the pulse in places
beating
drum-like down the veins
blooming into Eden
after 40 days of rain
In the breath
of your hand
on my neck
I translated new whispers
into old ways of sating
tongues that still flicker
as sudden as thunder
on the horizon
lighting our skin
crackling sparks
singeing these skylines
these minute matched-up rhythms
clapping for
what's happening
your fingers find each opening
sliding sinfully inside
lips that lose each other
tongues that keep us tied
in the breath
of your hand
on my neck
I sung a well-worn hymn
not holy except
for the way my voice
starts to flutter and ebb,
a murmured undulation
a tidal dream
left in this bed
a violent gesture
of learning love
from lonely lessons
made soft from lungs
listening
to their own humble
hush
these bodies of water
we drink from
filling each other endlessly
fulfilling each new prophecy
our palms are known
to tell
your unraveling so heavenly
I rise to every swell then
fade into the falling
where the last fence in me
fell.
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raffaellopalandri · 5 months
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Succumb or grow
With most events it is not relevant what happens but how we deal with them. We can passively succumb and react or choose how to act, learn, and grow.
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last-tambourine · 9 months
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She remembers gingerly placing her little foot inside the crown of her father’s hard hat, the slipperiness of the plastic yellow dome against the laminate flooring, the ripe sweaty smell that all their work clothes had...
There is extraordinary beauty occurring; all she has to do is turn her head to see it, but she doesn’t. To admire is to slow and to slow is to succumb. She keeps going, letting the splendor unfold without witness. She cuts west, into the swamp. A heat shimmer begins to rise from the water, from her skin. She can’t tell if it is the light refracting or her own vision blurring, but either way the space she occupies has begun to warp all around her, the shapes to distort, the colors to burn. The prow of her canoe glides across flame, through lava. She vaguely remembers a game she played when she was young—the floor was red hot and she had to build a pathway to the kitchen with couch cushions and table mats and even, to make it those last few perilous feet, Kirby’s and Lucas’s upside-down hard hats. She remembers gingerly placing her little foot inside the crown of her father’s hard hat, the slipperiness of the plastic yellow dome against the laminate flooring, the ripe sweaty smell that all their work clothes had, and that final leap onto the cool, comforting tile: safe.
~ Lily Brooks-Dalton, The Light Pirate
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