You used to

text me from

across the room at

parties, saying you

were tired but

didn’t want to

leave the

embrace of my


I looked up from my

dying phone and

watched your

pale eyes go from

ovals to triangles to

something indescribable

(I’ve written

a million poems about

that shape, never

able to

replicate it.)

At dawn, we would

walk the

streets named after

questions, letting

liquor slip from our

lips down into

each other’s throats and

we’d cry at the

cardboard moon until

we became so dry that we

almost shattered on the


One night, you

slipped your fingers

down my spine and

countless gates to

countless universes opened

in front of us.

With your pocket full

of death threats, you

collapsed through them,

never to be

seen again.

I’ve been stumbling

drunk through each

parallel, trying to

find you, putting your

shape-shifting eyes on

every woman I love but

it only leaves

stigmata on their


I’m leaving these

stained words on the

sidewalk where we

wept last

in the hope that

you return



looking for


and we can

crumble in the





anonymous asked:

fav female blogs

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“Tossed between
the sky and sea,
we’ll sail
until we find the harbour lights.
A life is but a dream
of blue in green although it seems
the end draws nearer with each passing day
we’ll always sail
this way, until
we find our home.“

White equals peace
and purity, 

Black is for mourning, 

Love is Red

Green fertility, 

Blue is the vastness

Of skies and the sea,  

Yellow is for fortune, 

as it’s the colour 

of our golden sun, 

This is how we have defined

the colours we see, 

Let’s blend the spectrum.  

Mix the colours

on the canvas of earth,


we are able, 

To wash away 

that ugly shade


our skin.

-HF  (logorrheic)

Shards of light take the eye to blossoms
pale as breasts. Sky, leaf, water, flower
merge and waver, blur then clear
as each takes something from the other
to reflect or repeat so that not a single
moment is preserved but several.

Later in the splay of late afternoon
we repeat Monet’s painting.
The spread blooms of our bodies
blend and shift and merge again until
we know as Monet knew in the crystal rush
of water over the sun-glazed lilies
the radiance of the instant.

Sarah Brown Weitzman, from “Monet and Love,” Worcester Review (vol. 37, no. ½, 2016)

The Tree on the Hill Reprise

AKA how to make a sad song sadder

Hey. Thalia.

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?  Percy, I should have told you-but we weren’t all that close in the beginning, huh?  You wouldn’t like this either. Ask Annabeth.

There’s a tree on the Hill
Up on Half-Blood HillThat watches over us
Silent and stillAnd no one at camp is safe until
We can see the tree on the Hill(Spoken)
This was way before we met you. It was before Grover even escorted us to camp.  We were runaways–little Annabeth, brave Luke, and me.  We were family.  We were all we had. Remember, Luke?

Yes, we were family–we didn’t need the gods. We still don’t.

You say that now. Look how much pain you’ve caused.  You had a chance at camp, even though I wasn’t there. You could have made things better. Even without me.

And there on the Hill
Up on Half-Blood Hill

A cold wind blew
Dark and chill

For nothing would slake its wrathful will
We had to make a stand-

And maybe if I’d been a little bit kinder
Maybe if I stayed alive, my friend
But “maybe” is no good even now that I’m wiser

“Maybe” doesn’t change how it ends

Zeus saved me. I only survived because of him, and you. You can’t deny that he cares, even if he has a funny way of showing it.  You’re breaking your promise.

So you won’t take my side?

It’s too late for that. You poisoned me as a tree, didn’t let me protect the camp.  You gave up on me, Luke. And you gave up on her.  

There’s a tree on the Hill
Up on Half-Blood Hill

And you gave it all
Gave up and still

I can’t bear to stand and see
All the things you’ve come to be

The tree on the Hill

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And more…

Dear Lover,

“ What would you do if you were in love right now?”

To sit and stare, moved weakly
by the breeze - embodying the trees fat with frangipani,
tumbling down. I am not bound by haste.
And we make the soup stock
from elderflowers and fish bones - brewing
the most fragrant broth to choke upon.

And may we gossip of Raphael,
of Michelangelo.

So do I dare? Do I dare
disturb the universe?
I push for this peradventure: for how
I am vexed by this certainty.
This vulnerability.

I would hold both hands up
in protest to heaven as my pot boiled over. Until
we are all foam.
To swallow this peach pit, to lavish
gold foil onto these incisors of mine:
I have savored rancid meat for far too long,
under the bask of supermarket fluorescent lighting.

I ignite; a dull glow.


So let me get this straight
You say now you loved me all along
What made you hesitate
To tell me with words what you really feel
I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say
I remember so long ago, see I felt that same way
Now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)
Insignificantly enough we both have significant others

Only time will tell
Time will turn until

We are who we were when
Could’ve been lovers but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could’ve been more but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when

But thoughts they change and times they rearrange I don’t know who you are anymore
Loves come and go and this I know I’m not who you recall anymore
But I must confess you’re so much more then I remember
Can’t help but entertain these thoughts
Thoughts of us together

We are who we were when
Could’ve been lovers but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could’ve been more but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when

My day late friend

So let me get this straight
All these years and you were nowhere to be found
And now you want me for your own
But you’re a day late and my love, she’s still renowned

We are who we were when
Could’ve been lovers but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could’ve been more but at least you’re still my day late friend
We are who
We are who we were when

I had a thing for someone in high school, she came back into my life years later when i was already with someone else. realized that though i could most likely follow my high school heart i would rather stay in a committed relationship.  

So petals42 started a game in which you write a oneshot while drunk and post without editing, and since we’ve bonded over long distance drinking together, I’m doing it too.


It wasn’t his fault, alright. Mike’s Hard, Mike’s Harder, it was an easy mistake to make when Derek was snapping at him from the register to make a decision and he just grabbed a few large cans of what definitely looked like Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Black Cherry, because it was better.

It was Mike’s Harder, and there was definitely a difference, he realized at the bottom of the first can and a fourth of the way down the river. There was a big difference. It was only technically a three percent difference, but that was a big difference when he was drinking as much as he was while canoeing down a river.

Keep reading


i want
to get lost
with you
in the woods
for a while

i want
to climb a tree
and i want
to climb
a different
tree i want us
to look at
each other
while we sit
in different
trees i want

to memorize
your face i want
to yell your
name until
we are surrounded
by wild animals

i want
us to be

i want
to lick
the end
of your nose
and rub
my head
your chest

i want
to wear
your clothes
after taking them
off you
i want you
to want me
to take off
your clothes i want

you to hold
my hand and
break every
in my hand i want

my body
your body
i want
your body
my body

i want
to hide
in your armpit
for a while

i want
to take control
of a plane and
fly it into
the eye
of a tornado

i want
to text you
from inside
the tornado

hi i’m in a tornado
don’t worry
i’m doing great
how are you?

we bleed
into the sea

your lovers will always remain the same
only the faces will change
she wants to feel a kind of love
the kind that keeps her up
the kind where he talks to her
consistently, there is nothing
more magical than consistency
you’re a constant reminder of
how much I want to love myself
your lovers will always remain the same
only the laughter will stay
inside your belly filled with sweets
and a calm but quiet fire
you’re a flame that won’t go out
love is love is love is love is love
will always go back to the famous quote
to be or not to be
you’re a Shakespeare love story
melted into modern day conversations
of won’t you love me until the sea runs dry
I’m a cliché of kiss me goodnight
every fucking night until
the stars stop winking
and the sun gives in to the begging
won’t you know, I love you more
than every star that has ever shined
you’re like that except without loss of time
you’re a reminder that I love you
you’re a reminder of things I would do
just to get close to you
she says I just want to be loved and to feel love
like rainbows secretly hiding gold
or cigarette ashes always clinging
right before falling
and I know somewhere,
someone like you
will always love me

we bleed
into our sea
—  sea salt lips

anonymous asked:

I am so so keen for aberford! Do you have a rough idea as to when your kickstarter will begin? You guys do you

Right now, we’re shooting for a late-April launch, but we want wait until

  1. We have the trailer finished
  2. We have a great looking combat demo
  3. We have enough followers to ensure a really big opening

so we may push the launch into May. It’s better to delay the launch and have everything right than it is to rush things and fall short.

Also, because it keeps coming up, we’re planning to set the “Get the whole game and any expansion content we fund” backer reward at around $25. Hopefully that’s a fair and achievable level for everyone. Higher levels of funding will have more rewards (extra copies, in-game rewards, etc), and there’s also a lower level that will give you access to the chapter 1 beta.