!! thanks for letting me know, u can find it here
every bad intention
!! thanks for letting me know, u can find it here
wish i could write poetry and not think about it anyway i’m trying to write this cohesive thing at the moment so!!! speaking it into being
❤️❤️❤️ i think that poem and the feelings that come along with it were a necessary thing at the time and i’ve been able to move past living in that and i am thankful for that. i haven’t written poetry in a year either but reading this makes me want to again!!! and i hope you’ve had luck in your endeavours 😌
desert road 2018
i absolutely did because man. that book is a trip. meursault is a trip. for something so short that i had to read for a class, it really had an effect on me.
I DREAM OF DOING VIOLENCE
UNTO THOSE WHO HAVE HURT ME
published by L’Éphémère Review
you were talking in your sleep last night.
something about breezeblocks, like the
song. i would have let you hang them off
my hands, if only you asked. but no—you
thought yourself victorious and disturbed
the peace. violated, i became violent and
disturbed the streets. the people rioted
and the sky stayed red for days.
you sunk into this far too easily. already
hungry. always waiting. now, i offer so
much more than my wrists to you. you
turn over in your sleep. next, i come
for god.
yes! it’s called “i dream of doing violence unto those who have hurt me”
remember the way your hand curled around
mine. prehistoric claw or talon, i don’t want
to know the difference so i deny your nature.
i want to keep you quiet and your mouth shut.
your face twists as you turn away. you look
like the word anguish.
*
we inherit everything so nothing is your fault
but you take the fall anyway. no defense, no
preservation. raising your hands (or claws or
talons) has always been an act of violence.
something like the space between a clean
slaughterhouse and the killing floor.
*
i’ve been thinking about you in all the wrong
ways again. my lampshade hangs crooked
and spills the light out all bad. the birds migrate
at an odd time of year. heard your voice in my
dreams last week. i don’t want to find meaning
in this. i deny my nature.
i have no clue why it did that :( but i’ve updated the link on the post nd hopefully this will also work