hey idk what this is even

to my best friend.

is it inevitable that someone's heart will rip

:)))))

the deity in question is pele
if you were wondering

not so much poetry as philosophy

haha what is this ****
---
i'm a descendant of a chinese emperor, actually

humor?? what

part one #1243769

seriously everyone needs to read ishmael by daniel quinn

we are nothing more than a gasp

reincarnation just makes me sad mostly because i am trash
but also because of the idea of being and being and being again and each time breathing a little less, laughing a little less, loving a little less, until you are nothing but a husk and maybe everyone in the world is a reincarnation but murderers are the ones that have existed the longest
goodbye

my book was hamlet by william shakespeare. there weren't enough words so i had to go to the next line. oops.

act 1, scene 4, lines 3-4
HAMLET: what hour now?
HORATIO: i think it lacks of twelve.

given up on numbering these ten word things. oops

i love writing monsters
maybe it's because i feel like one
---
posting a bunch of backed-up drafts if you wondered

it was going to be a ten word story
oh well

i don't remember what number i was on for these... oops

i'm a chronic liar

but who was the true monster: the monstrosity, or his creator?

apparently all the air weighs close to a small car. it's so cool. i love science.

who's ****? me!!!!

there's a reason i don't normally write this kind of thing

it seems we never got this letter
dedicated to the victims of racism and bigotry

you turned your inner ghosts into outward demons. no matter what it takes, i will do the same, if only to see the look on your face as i take my due from your lifeless form.

(this turned out more medea than expected)
(i like it)

"there's no such thing as a perfect name." - jhumpa lahiri, "the namesake"

stars will never fall
but, if they did...

this is really self-indulgent and ****** but hey

Sí, yo me muevo, vivo, me equivoco;
agua que corre y se entremezcla, siento
el vértigo feroz del movimiento:
huelo las selvas, tierra nueva toco.

Sí, yo me muevo, voy buscando acaso
soles, auroras, tempestad y olvido.
¿Qué haces allí misérrimo y pulido?
Eres la piedra a cuyo lado paso.

-- Alfonsina Storni, ¿Y tú?

---------

THIS IS NOT MY WORK. all rights go to alfonsina storni, whose copyright status i couldn't find because she's argentinian, but she's also been dead for more than 70 years, so. please let me know if you have more detailed information about the publication of this poem in particular.

went for meaning more than structure. translating is hard. I WANT TO DO MORE.
also have i mentioned how much i adore storni? this is easily my favorite of her poems. tu me quieres blanca? nah, y tu.
maybe i'll do another one for rhythm etc.