nostalgia feels like a rotting tooth
and it won't come out; no matter how many times i
wiggle and twist
and pull at it
or when my father tells me he's
going to tie a string around it and
slam the door
or my mother threatens to send me to the dentist
its too big of a problem for an ordinary person
im attached to the rot
she is my friend; i watched her grow
and she grew with me too
plus, ive never liked leaving things behind
and i remember-
how? can i remember her if she is nothing
how? will i be able to understand the present and survive the future
without the context of the past
the rot will spread and I will endure it
even so, it hurts
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
the girl
gauzy dress
tattered and torn
burning
breathless through brambles
reaching a river
pursued
panting
she must cross it
take a step into
freezing water
numbing bones
shaking shivering
pale skin and blue lips
trip
and
fall
hands fall forwards
trying to catch
whatever is left of yourself
but pieces crumble and scatter
on mossy rocks
sharper than they
look
howling dogs and
snarling men
filthy
hunting
they will be here soon
so get up
because there is no more time
to lie here
and wish you are not
the girl
who was maybe once loved
face down
in frigid murky water
the only company in death
those who persecute her
as her pale body
begins to rot
even god
starts to
forget
about her
first
her hands
then
her face
then
her hair
until there is
nothing
left
so that when the dogs
frothing lips
raised fur
and the men
roaring voices
savage thoughts
arrive
the girl is gone
nothing left of her but a
whisper of wind
and the scent of sandalwood
and strawberries
and summer days
long forgotten
but now remembered by those
who never knew them
maybe god didnt forget her
maybe he saved her
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
"feel the rush of my blood
i'm seventeen again
i am not scared of death
i've got dreams again
it's just me and the curve of the valley
and there is meaning on earth, I am happy"
(...)
"a minute from home but I feel so far from it"
(...)
"the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
it's all washin' over me, I'm angry again"
(...)
"the things that I lost here, the people I knew
they got me surrounded for a mile or two"
- the view between villages by noah kahan
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
if you scream
do it silently
make sure youre not a bother
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 8:19 PM UTC
faster
faster
faster
i havent done enough,
ive havent even gone anywhere
stop the treadmill
im still in the same spot
useless
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 8:08 PM UTC
respect your elders
a rhetoric taught for eons
passing through the generations
taught to people of colour
to the indigenous peoples
to the poor
to the sick
to the disabled
to women
to lgbtq+ peoples
to the gender non conforming
to the religious
to children who are
and will be
everything that they fear
but when the elders
remove you from yourself
a shell of what you could be
if you had room to grow
how do we decide when you dont deserve our respect?
if we decide you dont deserve our respect
what happens then?
what will happen when those that were oppressed
now have room to grow?
the glass that covered the candle has cracked
the flame is spreading
and it will burn this cursed house
from the inside out
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:54 PM UTC
the power to save
yourself comes from who you
are and where you go
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:46 PM UTC
i will not stay put
and there is nothing you can do about it
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
thunderstorms
satisfaction
crushing goals
cuddles
family
gelato
running
forests
the beach
surfing
dogs
climbing a tree
nature
summer rain
hot showers
mud
a good story
creation
showing up
freedom
kindness
friends
feeling safe
companionship
contemplation
dappled sunshine
horses
roaring fireplaces
christmas
beauty
wildlife
love
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:43 PM UTC
breath
s
li
ps
in and out and through
lungs
harsh gasps
tightening
strangling
why cant
i breathe?
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC