The Secret Life of Daydreams

RD. 18. MD

Poetry, Language, Nature.



mark-gaytits:

cap-gamelamer:

tangedolium:

WAIT IS IT ACTUALLY GENUINELY A THING THAT AMERICANS DON’T HAVE KETTLES?

BUT THEN HOW DO THEY MAKE TEA?!

by throwing it into the harbor

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Seasickness


You’re reciting Whitman

and his hands swim
through the sea of my body,

fishing for the reasons why

I’m shielding myself with this quilt,

hoping to be cast back

into the ocean.


I’ve grown into the transgressions

of the male psyche,

left my pride at the foot of the sliding door

and keep leafing through the books you left,

hearing you narrate

from the other side of the room.


I still hide my sins

call them “seasickness”

and pretend that the world

refuses the right to calmness

against the fluctuations:

and rescinds humility

in case our secrets

know how to swim,


and in the spirit of resilience I have—

with near complete accuracy—

determined the human capacity

to withstand loneliness;


pray that nobody will remember

when you said

"I don’t believe in love"

because it was a lie then

and still is now.

Endings

Eventually all walls crumble

like mesopotamian ruins,


aspirations, like wildflowers

peer over the edge.


So I turn myself inside out

certain you’ll see


“I’m okay now”


I confused myths of arrows

and first-sight affairs


with a venom blade. Blood

crawls and crusts down my spine,


everything is giving

in, and I am


giving in

hey

Posting edits on some old poems. New ones coming soon.

bangniam:

things to say during sex

  • gee whiz
  • are you feeling it now mister krabs
  • shark bait ooh ha ha
  • lets win this for mother russia
  • whats your gamertag
  • getcha head in the game
  • PULL THE LEVER KRONK

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