dial drunk - noah kahan

it’s invigorating but i can’t help from wondering if you’d still love me, or that if you didn’t, if i’d care.

Message to my melancholic friend // all things in time: Oh, how life does not stop for any one of us. Unfortunate, and yet, wonderfully so. Making way for good in it billows of dust. For if bad now, soon that will on its marry way go, And if good now... well, enjoy while it lasts. For wisdom of the ages is such, “this too shall pass”.--AKRx

Role Model said it best: “for the people in the back”

So, don't come find me when you feel broken Finally I'm floating, I'm fine by myself (Fine by myself) And don't come any closer, I'm thriving I just decided I'm fine by myself

Cerulean

it all just stops

when i see that color blue on the road driving past me.

it's like i knew even as a child. the most beautiful crayon in the box was always cerulean. i used it so much it wore down to nothing and i buried the remains in the backyard, a proper funeral to say goodbye.

it all just stops

and i'm sixteen again in the backseat of a breaking blue dirty dodge durango, falling onto your lips. i'm seventeen and falling in love. i'm eighteen and falling apart.

i still go there sometimes, take the lawther exit to the parking lot near the lake where you first laid next to me and i felt myself melt into you.

during rainy nights i sit with pen and paper, legs tucked under the steering wheel, trying to find the words to say to you, hoping i'll see that obnoxious blue riding up next to me,

praying it will all just stop.

here it is: i'm twenty-six and my heart is still lost somewhere in your backseat, so worn down, i wish sometimes you would bury me there, a proper goodbye to the bones where this pain has made a home.

can we be sixteen again?

i always missed the bell after taking the long way to class just to pass you. my gut twisting, my words became silent.

it all just stopped.

like how when i see that color blue, my heart skips a beat.

how you never call me beautiful since that day.

Wow, this is just lovely!!! So relatable in its raw humanness!!! I wish I could share this poem someone wrote for me that makes I think of every time someone uses blue in a work because he related the colour to me. It kind of hurt for it to be so clear to see like that, that I let myself be seen only for him to write about it and leave it. But we live, we learn, we grow, and time keep on. 🫶🏻😌

Wonderful work as always!!!

Before I post more poetry...

I was wondering if anybody could recommend any poets I should follow that are exceptional.

I don’t know many modern poets but I’ve just started studying Arthur Rimbaud, I like his experimental and elusive style. If you like long books Homer is technically poetry and is captivating! I know I’ve enjoyed so many bit of writers in passing but fear I don’t know their names. I can try to find any saved stuff on my Pinterest if that’ll help. Do let me know some recs too please! I also feel like you might like Virginia Wolf… idk just an energy. I enjoyed her short work “a room of one own” deeply!!!

When a Man Writes a Poem

After he writes a poem, a man may talk to his dog with a great loneliness as if, just then, he had given away all his worthwhile thoughts. And if he has no dog, he may turn on the radio quietly when he feels so alone to confirm that somebody else knows how to write words made of stone. If he has no radio, he may sit on the porch at midnight, breeze in his face, the smells of summer, a glass of whiskey. If there is no whiskey, then beer. He may suck the bottle clean with his thirst. Later, lying awake, he may hear locusts chirping, crying out to find their mates. If there are no locusts, then the blue noise of June that tells him life is bigger than any word he writes. He knows his sadness will only get worse, according to some law.

So he writes another poem, and repeats the cycle all over again.

THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!! I’m at a loss for words. I love this so much! Wonderful work!

Thank you so much! I didn’t like it at first so I randomly came across it in my folder for one of my college Creative Writing classes and I don’t know why I hated it!

You’re very welcome!!! And ugh, bestie, it just is like that as a writer, we’re all so self critical. I know the feeling I’d forgotten all about this collection of poems a and thought they were trash cause idk it had to be on account of it being tipsy feelsy stuff jotted—it was all so full of true deep emotions I actually cried and had to pick back up the goal of a book of collected poems so, been writing more again these days too.

Stuff like yours inspire me so please do keep on writing and sharing! It’s so lovely!!!

When a Man Writes a Poem

After he writes a poem, a man may talk to his dog with a great loneliness as if, just then, he had given away all his worthwhile thoughts. And if he has no dog, he may turn on the radio quietly when he feels so alone to confirm that somebody else knows how to write words made of stone. If he has no radio, he may sit on the porch at midnight, breeze in his face, the smells of summer, a glass of whiskey. If there is no whiskey, then beer. He may suck the bottle clean with his thirst. Later, lying awake, he may hear locusts chirping, crying out to find their mates. If there are no locusts, then the blue noise of June that tells him life is bigger than any word he writes. He knows his sadness will only get worse, according to some law.

So he writes another poem, and repeats the cycle all over again.

THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!! I’m at a loss for words. I love this so much! Wonderful work!

a sculpture i’ve been working on for a while to add to my senior exhibit!! i’m very happy with how it turned out, i’m thinking of titling it ‘milk teeth‘ 👌

This comic is for my friend's book, Feelings by Mr. Lovenstein! Go check it out and in fact give money to it to make it grow big

ocean vuong, ‘my father writes from prison’

Damn, wish my dad would write me from prison. Jk, I’m glad he doesn’t, he’s probably so religious again. Uuuuk!

Forgetting the sea — detail from 'Cold Shore'

Ouroboros, 2013. — Lauren Marx (American, b.1991)

https://www.laurenmarx.com/