I changed everything once you left. The colour of my room that you felt was too plain, the bed sheet which reminded you of lost years, the refrigerator walls that were once lined up with polaroids of you and me smiling, the coffee mug that was painted in all hues of colours because one Monday morning you felt like colouring the world in rainbow but you settled with my lifeless mug instead.
I replaced everything that reeked of you
The conversations we used to have would edge on absurdity. Like when we would be sitting in a far-away restaurant at 11 in the night and the topics would hop from how stars are nothing but fairy lights to how cotton candies are just clouds that could never reach the sky or how the puddles on the ground are but playgrounds for organisms invisible to the naked eye.
On my 19th birthday, you gifted me a dictionary and a plain paper. 'Figure out why', you said
The dictionary had thirty four words highlighted with a faded blue colour. The plain paper hid no clues.
At 1:00 in the morning, i gave up 'Fine, you win. Tell me why'
At 1:10, my phone beeped with your message.
. 'Yeay! Knew it. There are 77,891 words in this dictionary. Yes, i counted them. 77,857 are of no importance to me. But the remaining ones matter. All those define what i like about you, what i like about us and what i like about the world when you are with me. Then there's the plain paper. The plain paper tells me, tells you that even on the bad days when all those thirty-four words cease to exist, when you're just another messed up person, i still want nothing but to exist in this big, wide world beside you. Remember how you quoted one of your favourite books once- you're like a gray sky. You're beautiful even though you don't want to be. That's what me and you are.' .
That was the last message you sent me. That day was the last time i ever saw you in real. A week after that, i saw fliers around the city with your picture on it. After one hundred and sixty calls that you didn't pick up, i knew in that moment you never will again.
You see, i managed to replace everything that reeked of you, just never my heart.
Never my heart.
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어떤 문장들은 사라지기 위해 태어납니다 얼어버린 소리 속에 과거를 담그고 환생에 대해 이야기할 때, 나의 미욱한 음절들은 수줍게 비약 속으로 숨어듭니다 광물의 조흔색을 흉내내며 당신 살에 얼굴을 부비면, 나에게서 조난당한 탄흔들이 당신에게로 쏟아져 내릴까요 이 문장을 더듬어볼 당신 눈동자를 떠올리면 심장의 뒤편이 수지류 수목들로 울창해집니다 흔적, 오직 흔적을 남기고 떠나기 위해 먼 나라의 기후들은 닫힌 당신의 창가에서 밤새 정처 없습니다
살얼음 낀 눈으로, 겨울은 창 너머 순하게 낡아가는 구름들을 채록하는 중입니다 발자국들이 자신이 가진 지평선을 가만히 들었다가 흩트리는 지금, 냉해 입은 식물의 어두운 뿌리가 되어 문장들 속으로 저물어가고 싶습니다 파충의 보호색처럼 온몸으로 자신을 부정하는 일을 우리는 평생에 걸쳐 연습해야 할 테니까요 다만 잊혀지지 않기 위해, 오래도록 흐르고 또 얼어야 합니다
❗️ a political poem about the general election outcome - mentioning knives, blood, guns, cancer, poverty and a lack of money, death, the hateful things boris johnson has said about minorities ❗️
this was a product of how awful i felt when i heard about the tory majority and it all just spewed out of me into two poems and this was the first. yesterday was a horrible day. i woke up angry and upset and i went for a walk, angry and upset and i slept angry and upset. this poem is for those like me who hoped and was let down, and i still hope for us. and i won’t give up, i hope you won’t either. 🌹
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001 minute ago
Sie funktioniert so gut - die müde Wahrheit
Sie ist laut
ohne wirklich etwas zu sagen
ohne nach Gründen zu fragen
ihr Herz verbrennt
wenn sie die Liebe der anderen sieht
und sie rennt und rennt
doch der Run vor sich selbst ist ein anderes Lied
es ist so schwer wenn Statistik, Struktur und Verstand
die Führung für sich übernehmen
so kam leicht die Magie abhand
und das Flüstern der Elfen lässt sich nicht mehr vernehmen
die Welten ändern sich schneller
so wie die Zeit sie schiesst
so ein Wechsel von bunt nach grau
wie ein trieb am Baum unbemerkt spriesst
doch dann ist er da
und man steckt mitten drin
wird es selber nicht merken
den Routine nimmt sich jeglichen Sinn
„Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.“ - Flannery O'Connor (Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose)
Giving people too many chances makes them comfortable. Comfortable with disrespecting, hurting, ignoring and using you because they’ve seen that you stay no matter what they do. They start thinking they can get away with everything and that you’re never going to leave. .
It’s not easy to leave, but it’s better for you than to put up with all the pain and other negative effects it has on you. .
There’s better out there and you have to believe you deserve it and that you’ll find it💛
5358 minutes ago
따뜻한 불 곁에 옹기종기 둘러앉아
수런수런 겨울꽃을 피웁니다.
겨울꽃 말은, 너를 사랑해,
"With friends, everyday can be an adventure." @ryu____ta made the trip all the way from Japan 🗻 We reminisce the days of Bozeman. He's not looking back, the waves 🌊crash into rock taking shape and form of the limitless blue that is life.