What Does It Look Like For One Person To Hold On While The Other Hand Has Let Go? For Me It Looks Like

BRIGHT 

Greys, blacks, and whites 

In a world full of dull 

You are my light. 

She shines so bright 

Vivid dreams come to life 

She whispers things 

That my heart can’t 

Retain 

She sings things to my brain 

That I just can’t explain 

She makes me breathe 

Pushing the oxygen from 

Her love 

Into my lungs 

She reaches and pulls 

Down the moon and the 

Stars. 

She goes far. 

i love you fries i love you hash browns i love you roasted potatoes i love you mashed potatoes i love you potato chips i love you potato pancakes i love you potato croquettes i love you hasselback potatoes i love you tater tots i love you potatoes

let’s just stop time so i can read all my books without real life interfering 

“simply remembering what it feels like to love creatures that aren’t human. A nameless sadness, the fading away of the birds. The fading away of the animals. How lonely it will be here, when it’s just us.”

— Charlotte McConaghy, Migrations

I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online

KNITTED 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day. 

You’ve had it sixteen years so- 

It’s to no surprise that you'd never throw it away. 

The threads follow you like a trail of shadows, 

It’s thin and damaged

It smells of hard work 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day

You say it’s disgusting 

But you never cleaned it anyway. 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You hate it with such pain 

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Sometimes it's useful to look at your dialogue and ask yourself, "would a real human being talk like that?" But it's also good to ask the follow-up questions of "would the way a real human being talks sound good here" and "does this character actually talk like a real human being or are they weird about it."

HEARTBEAT 

She’s cold and chilling to the bone 

Hollow inside and out 

Airy and spacious 

She keeps my heart slow 

Awake I am 

But drowsy eyelids blink and blink 

I am in a poisonous trap, 

A smooth rhythm that is coming to an end. 

Harmonious, a voice so sweet to the ears. 

An unforgettable smile, diamond eyes. 

She keeps my heart warm that the sun is jealous 

Of her. 

Come on now, 

Don’t you know any better than to be messing with fate? 

Tick, tick, tick. 

Time ignores your presence, it has no hold on you. 

You don’t believe in destiny. 

Now it’s time to make the change. 

every time I try to write something silly it's not long before things get mildly serious and the tone changes

but I want to channel my inner child and forget all that, I want to write something fun without overthinking