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I wish that I was better, for the kids who emulate.
but they should really all know better,
than to take the fucking bait
that I’ve been dangling from this building
with my goosebumps in the cold.
I am nothing but a story for a man until I’m sold.
and he can tell it in the lobby, to the old men at the bar
they’ll all clink his cup
and make shit up.
to take it all too far,
they’ll tell a lie about the summer
where they “once had me alone”
and I’ll reside inside a sonnet.
I’m a picture in a phone.
I’ve aged beyond the angel they all saw inside me then.
a grotesque and fading memory
trapped underneath a pen.
“MPDG” 2023
unstoppable force (trying desperately to see the good in life) vs immovable object (wishing life would be kinder to me)
i love the original frankenstein novel a normal amount
How can you read "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" as a closeted teenager and not be changed on an atomic level because of it
one thing about orpheus and eurydice is you guys are all like “i’m different i wouldnt turn to look at her” because you are all familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. but orpheus wasnt familiar with the story because he was in it lol.
“i wouldn’t look back bc logically if she’s not there it wouldnt help to look and if she is there looking back would cause me to lose her” cool so has love never made you stupid and insane
another thing thats interesting is i think most people assume its a walk of reasonably short length that you have to resist looking back. but we dont know how long that walk was. its out of the underworld, time could work very differently. could be days. could be months. could you walk for months without looking back to see if your love is okay? i dont think you could
exactly. like oh youโre not going to look back? have you never lost a love? there is so much looking back.
“I must soak more in the moonlight,”
—
No Ch'ŏn-myŏng, tr. by Ko Won, from “Cricket,” written c. June 1938