I Know It’s Not Much In The Face Of Everything But I Have Been Finding Hope & Resilience In Palestinian

Quick shout out to skin!

For being soft and warm! Also, you contain horrors I cannot comprehend...

In this dream, you are in a pit.

It surrounds you in pitch black.

Its mouth swallows you whole.

Effortlessly, you sat comfortably in your hole, like it had a hold on you

You sometimes climb, but then you fall like you had no care at all, then you try and try again but only get stuck with your feet buried in the sand.

You are in this constant battle with yourself

while a blindfold covers your eyes tightly

I wish you could see what you mean to me

There’s a snake in the pit that grasps on to you

day by day you decline my desires

my desire for you to reach out, my desire for you to hold on

the stench of dirt that covers you from head to toe and your brown eyes that fight to stay open

they blink and blink with the strength of a human

Please don’t let go.

don’t let go of the red balloon

can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please

Sonnet

It is the calm before the storm ahead

a nice chilly breeze shivers down my spine

Though I found it peaceful, you will dread

Worriedly I know you won’t be fine

Before you dance candles surround us

They beam and gleam which shows your figure

I extend a hand in my presence you trust

booming thunder which constantly lingers

When the storm comes I’ll be by your side

Through thick and thin till the tempest yet ends

Cause when I'm with you time also kind

I’ll embrace your warm hand oh dear friend

Await the rainbow for the sun will shine

So then everything will now be fine.

Just a girl, wrapped in a blanket, with the wind whistling and the rain storming outside, doing her research for her thesis, in a paratextual friendship with twenty-years-old Mary Shelley she will never know about because we are two centuries apart

all i wanna do is be an independent writer and publish my work one chapter at a time dickens-style so i can watch ppl post abt what they think is gonna happen next and then watch them freak out when the two gays finally bone.

I wish I knew how to write

Love letters, sonnets, words that would trace your

Lips over and over

Till you feel you can’t breathe

And are only craving to inhale me.

To have met you was not a careful thing,

Neither graceful nor patient,

And we definitely didn’t know what we were

Getting ourselves into.

All we know is happiness,

Your presence, and essence scream joy.

You are my warm kindred spirit,

My daring bog creature,

My knight in shining armor

Your lips do wonders

The words that flow from your lips are always spoken with such a passion that makes the angels jealous

When i close my eyes, i can still feel you on my skin

What a blessing you are

From all the prayers I’ve prayed, to be met with your gaze,

My heart won’t stop

Racing

My hands never forgiving,

To let you go is always hard

But to see you once more, i thank the very car you drove in.

“A lover’s fancy is as creative as a poet’s, and when once it takes hold of any idea, it clings to it tenaciously.”

— Lodore, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley