A possession of theirs you cannot give away.
29 responses
You gave me your heart.
It's safe in my arms.
shy badger
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
the way you say my name
it’s a secret
only i would never tell anyone
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
memories
they can't be given away like wisps
that you can just get rid of off your brain
i keep them like stragglers
like thieves keeping the keepsakes
returning to the starred ones
the ones i knotted in the name of love and remembering
fragile little ropes
that can't be put on shelves to be sold
gestures and moments
that would have lit up the threads
unsent words
voices leaving behind dents
a possession like no other
i loop them around my fingers
and make another poetry to rent
weathered badger
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
They grow, not dead, but pieces of them fall away. The tree thrives, even when winter blows and the leaves are gone. I cannot give away those memories, those gifts from them along the way, the artwork, the socks and stained shirts. Hold on to it all, amidst the excitement of the new turns there is the grief.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
My heart...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
Possessions that can't be given away are the things I inherited from you
They cannot be given away
until I go away
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
You're a chain smoker in the morning
And a alcoholic at night.
As much as I missed your presence
I cannot give the life you lost
So I carry the weight of your lesson.
windswept garden
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
The only difference would be–I will never let dust smother me.
Never let anything stain the memories of me from you.
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
Or maybe–
I'm still wishing she could be like you.
Her to me.
late stoat
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
it traveled 5,500 miles to get to me.
its the only thing i have left.
you took everything else.
dusky swallow
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
I have a plushie he gave me when I was 11
I sleep with it, a white teddy bear holding a heart
Embroidered words "Will you be my valentine"
I couldn't throw it away despite "I never loved you."
I worried it was like keeping a picture of my ex
Harboring childhood love, only because it's my only
I severed the heart and its words from the bear
I buried it in my sister's bedding, safe until she finds it
Though I know it won't be my choice when she does
weary stoat
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
The rusty old camera,
from who knows when
And those dusty old records
you’ve had since back then
The musty smell of magazines
I’ve kept since age 10
And the trusty old memories
From before the end
steady elm
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
i keep the knowledge i have of him
no matter how little of it i have
the knowledge that he has a dog and a little brother
and honestly, i don't have much more than that
i keep the knowledge
in my head
the versions of it
only i know
never to be given to anyone else
versions formed by our laughter and smiles
behind the screen
...
at least,
i hope he was laughing and smiling with me
i'll never know
and i can't bring myself to ask
blue barn
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
Something so simple as a dragon plush
I hate him
not a single ounce of love I have for him
he can go fuck himself for all I care
but I disassociated the two
now I keep the plush
for it did nothing to hurt me like he did
hollow field
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:06 PM UTC
Your absence is a subtraction.
I am diminished.
Memories are good
but not enough.
silver pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
my own love for you was given back, yet i cannot let go. maybe it's because i know you wouldn't have ever wanted to give it back, i will hold it for you and only you.
kindly kettle
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
I hold the awareness of what they left behind
dreams and struggles, fragility and courage
the steady hands that carved time and place
a handwritten note, a wooden chair
an equation on a page, a frame
I wouldn’t give away what their hands made
I honor them through joy
while steering my own hand
I build upon the bedrock that they made
knowing that what I might create fresh and warm
will one day be a ghost of memory
humble river
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
Wind touches my face and I wonder, can you still feel the breeze caressing your cheek?
Your body turned foul, purest soul in the cruelest hell
Refusing to give up, erase years of my life, Is this how God reigns?
Objects lying on my bed, attempting to fill your weight, don't mean a thing, can't throw them, can't look at them.
Falling off, staring at your clothes, edge getting closer, patience getting thinner.
Better place, they all say, wasn't it when you were still with me?
open pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
A purple heart shaped dog tag with her name on it. I have it on my key chain and every time I see it, my heart breaks a little more.
open marsh
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
never to give so much love to the person
do not let yourself run out of love
you might be drained in the end.
patient hollow
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
A rose locket,
a pink cow,
the taste of chocolate pudding
where are you now?
the smell of popcorn jellybeans,
the smile on your face
can never be replaced
wandering pond
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
I hang to things of childhood
and past
Still have my mothers Siamese salt and pepper shakers
Its a part of life left behind
Can't let go of what follows me
Still hang to things of my childhood
My teddy bear of days past
This is me still living in the past
Where dreams were simple and silent voices
still speak inside my soul.
kindly atlas
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
They left no object,
only the quiet habit
that clung to your breath:
a pause shaped like their listening,
a gift no hand can return.
wide window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
the soul is called that for
the sole,
precise definition,
of the exactitude of existence,
it can be borrowed, lent,
but it cannot
***be taken!***
natty
still kestrel
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
His jacket still hangs behind my door,
creased at the sleeves where he folded into himself.
It smells like dust now, not him.
I keep meaning to give it away,
to let someone else wear the weight of it,
but every time my hands reach for the hanger
they hesitate, like grief is stitched into the fabric
and pulling it loose would unravel what little of him remains...
windswept window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
even their memory is hard to share
drifting hearth
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
You gave me your heart.
It's safe in my arms.
shy badger
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
memories
they can't be given away like wisps
that you can just get rid of off your brain
i keep them like stragglers
like thieves keeping the keepsakes
returning to the starred ones
the ones i knotted in the name of love and remembering
fragile little ropes
that can't be put on shelves to be sold
gestures and moments
that would have lit up the threads
unsent words
voices leaving behind dents
a possession like no other
i loop them around my fingers
and make another poetry to rent
weathered badger
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
My heart...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
You're a chain smoker in the morning
And a alcoholic at night.
As much as I missed your presence
I cannot give the life you lost
So I carry the weight of your lesson.
windswept garden
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
it traveled 5,500 miles to get to me.
its the only thing i have left.
you took everything else.
dusky swallow
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
The rusty old camera,
from who knows when
And those dusty old records
you’ve had since back then
The musty smell of magazines
I’ve kept since age 10
And the trusty old memories
From before the end
steady elm
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
Something so simple as a dragon plush
I hate him
not a single ounce of love I have for him
he can go fuck himself for all I care
but I disassociated the two
now I keep the plush
for it did nothing to hurt me like he did
hollow field
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:06 PM UTC
my own love for you was given back, yet i cannot let go. maybe it's because i know you wouldn't have ever wanted to give it back, i will hold it for you and only you.
kindly kettle
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
Wind touches my face and I wonder, can you still feel the breeze caressing your cheek?
Your body turned foul, purest soul in the cruelest hell
Refusing to give up, erase years of my life, Is this how God reigns?
Objects lying on my bed, attempting to fill your weight, don't mean a thing, can't throw them, can't look at them.
Falling off, staring at your clothes, edge getting closer, patience getting thinner.
Better place, they all say, wasn't it when you were still with me?
open pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
never to give so much love to the person
do not let yourself run out of love
you might be drained in the end.
patient hollow
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
I hang to things of childhood
and past
Still have my mothers Siamese salt and pepper shakers
Its a part of life left behind
Can't let go of what follows me
Still hang to things of my childhood
My teddy bear of days past
This is me still living in the past
Where dreams were simple and silent voices
still speak inside my soul.
kindly atlas
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
the soul is called that for
the sole,
precise definition,
of the exactitude of existence,
it can be borrowed, lent,
but it cannot
***be taken!***
natty
still kestrel
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
even their memory is hard to share
drifting hearth
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
the way you say my name
it’s a secret
only i would never tell anyone
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
They grow, not dead, but pieces of them fall away. The tree thrives, even when winter blows and the leaves are gone. I cannot give away those memories, those gifts from them along the way, the artwork, the socks and stained shirts. Hold on to it all, amidst the excitement of the new turns there is the grief.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
Possessions that can't be given away are the things I inherited from you
They cannot be given away
until I go away
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
The only difference would be–I will never let dust smother me.
Never let anything stain the memories of me from you.
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
Or maybe–
I'm still wishing she could be like you.
Her to me.
late stoat
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
I have a plushie he gave me when I was 11
I sleep with it, a white teddy bear holding a heart
Embroidered words "Will you be my valentine"
I couldn't throw it away despite "I never loved you."
I worried it was like keeping a picture of my ex
Harboring childhood love, only because it's my only
I severed the heart and its words from the bear
I buried it in my sister's bedding, safe until she finds it
Though I know it won't be my choice when she does
weary stoat
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
i keep the knowledge i have of him
no matter how little of it i have
the knowledge that he has a dog and a little brother
and honestly, i don't have much more than that
i keep the knowledge
in my head
the versions of it
only i know
never to be given to anyone else
versions formed by our laughter and smiles
behind the screen
...
at least,
i hope he was laughing and smiling with me
i'll never know
and i can't bring myself to ask
blue barn
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
Your absence is a subtraction.
I am diminished.
Memories are good
but not enough.
silver pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
I hold the awareness of what they left behind
dreams and struggles, fragility and courage
the steady hands that carved time and place
a handwritten note, a wooden chair
an equation on a page, a frame
I wouldn’t give away what their hands made
I honor them through joy
while steering my own hand
I build upon the bedrock that they made
knowing that what I might create fresh and warm
will one day be a ghost of memory
humble river
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
A purple heart shaped dog tag with her name on it. I have it on my key chain and every time I see it, my heart breaks a little more.
open marsh
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
A rose locket,
a pink cow,
the taste of chocolate pudding
where are you now?
the smell of popcorn jellybeans,
the smile on your face
can never be replaced
wandering pond
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
They left no object,
only the quiet habit
that clung to your breath:
a pause shaped like their listening,
a gift no hand can return.
wide window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
His jacket still hangs behind my door,
creased at the sleeves where he folded into himself.
It smells like dust now, not him.
I keep meaning to give it away,
to let someone else wear the weight of it,
but every time my hands reach for the hanger
they hesitate, like grief is stitched into the fabric
and pulling it loose would unravel what little of him remains...
windswept window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
You gave me your heart.
It's safe in my arms.
shy badger
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
They grow, not dead, but pieces of them fall away. The tree thrives, even when winter blows and the leaves are gone. I cannot give away those memories, those gifts from them along the way, the artwork, the socks and stained shirts. Hold on to it all, amidst the excitement of the new turns there is the grief.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
You're a chain smoker in the morning
And a alcoholic at night.
As much as I missed your presence
I cannot give the life you lost
So I carry the weight of your lesson.
windswept garden
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
I have a plushie he gave me when I was 11
I sleep with it, a white teddy bear holding a heart
Embroidered words "Will you be my valentine"
I couldn't throw it away despite "I never loved you."
I worried it was like keeping a picture of my ex
Harboring childhood love, only because it's my only
I severed the heart and its words from the bear
I buried it in my sister's bedding, safe until she finds it
Though I know it won't be my choice when she does
weary stoat
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
Something so simple as a dragon plush
I hate him
not a single ounce of love I have for him
he can go fuck himself for all I care
but I disassociated the two
now I keep the plush
for it did nothing to hurt me like he did
hollow field
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:06 PM UTC
I hold the awareness of what they left behind
dreams and struggles, fragility and courage
the steady hands that carved time and place
a handwritten note, a wooden chair
an equation on a page, a frame
I wouldn’t give away what their hands made
I honor them through joy
while steering my own hand
I build upon the bedrock that they made
knowing that what I might create fresh and warm
will one day be a ghost of memory
humble river
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
never to give so much love to the person
do not let yourself run out of love
you might be drained in the end.
patient hollow
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
They left no object,
only the quiet habit
that clung to your breath:
a pause shaped like their listening,
a gift no hand can return.
wide window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
even their memory is hard to share
drifting hearth
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
the way you say my name
it’s a secret
only i would never tell anyone
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
My heart...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
The only difference would be–I will never let dust smother me.
Never let anything stain the memories of me from you.
I wish I could be him,
Him to you.
Or maybe–
I'm still wishing she could be like you.
Her to me.
late stoat
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
The rusty old camera,
from who knows when
And those dusty old records
you’ve had since back then
The musty smell of magazines
I’ve kept since age 10
And the trusty old memories
From before the end
steady elm
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
Your absence is a subtraction.
I am diminished.
Memories are good
but not enough.
silver pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
Wind touches my face and I wonder, can you still feel the breeze caressing your cheek?
Your body turned foul, purest soul in the cruelest hell
Refusing to give up, erase years of my life, Is this how God reigns?
Objects lying on my bed, attempting to fill your weight, don't mean a thing, can't throw them, can't look at them.
Falling off, staring at your clothes, edge getting closer, patience getting thinner.
Better place, they all say, wasn't it when you were still with me?
open pine
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
A rose locket,
a pink cow,
the taste of chocolate pudding
where are you now?
the smell of popcorn jellybeans,
the smile on your face
can never be replaced
wandering pond
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
the soul is called that for
the sole,
precise definition,
of the exactitude of existence,
it can be borrowed, lent,
but it cannot
***be taken!***
natty
still kestrel
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
memories
they can't be given away like wisps
that you can just get rid of off your brain
i keep them like stragglers
like thieves keeping the keepsakes
returning to the starred ones
the ones i knotted in the name of love and remembering
fragile little ropes
that can't be put on shelves to be sold
gestures and moments
that would have lit up the threads
unsent words
voices leaving behind dents
a possession like no other
i loop them around my fingers
and make another poetry to rent
weathered badger
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
Possessions that can't be given away are the things I inherited from you
They cannot be given away
until I go away
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
it traveled 5,500 miles to get to me.
its the only thing i have left.
you took everything else.
dusky swallow
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
i keep the knowledge i have of him
no matter how little of it i have
the knowledge that he has a dog and a little brother
and honestly, i don't have much more than that
i keep the knowledge
in my head
the versions of it
only i know
never to be given to anyone else
versions formed by our laughter and smiles
behind the screen
...
at least,
i hope he was laughing and smiling with me
i'll never know
and i can't bring myself to ask
blue barn
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
my own love for you was given back, yet i cannot let go. maybe it's because i know you wouldn't have ever wanted to give it back, i will hold it for you and only you.
kindly kettle
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
A purple heart shaped dog tag with her name on it. I have it on my key chain and every time I see it, my heart breaks a little more.
open marsh
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
I hang to things of childhood
and past
Still have my mothers Siamese salt and pepper shakers
Its a part of life left behind
Can't let go of what follows me
Still hang to things of my childhood
My teddy bear of days past
This is me still living in the past
Where dreams were simple and silent voices
still speak inside my soul.
kindly atlas
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
His jacket still hangs behind my door,
creased at the sleeves where he folded into himself.
It smells like dust now, not him.
I keep meaning to give it away,
to let someone else wear the weight of it,
but every time my hands reach for the hanger
they hesitate, like grief is stitched into the fabric
and pulling it loose would unravel what little of him remains...
windswept window
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC