rainandsonder

United States

i drew my profile pic!
infp- they/them - probably listening to the front bottoms' "twin-size mattress" on repeat or sketching hands in a notebook

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"Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I." - Welcome to Night Vale

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black lives matter & pride is over but the fight for lgbt+ rights is year round.

love, thesaurus definition (review exchange! read message)

August 8, 2020

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love, thesaurus definition:
synonymous for throwing rocks at the window
of the dying house in the woods just to hear
something besides myself. to look at the 
broken glass on the ground and think, 
"that's me." there is a metaphor here
somewhere, but don't try to find it.

when i see my phone light up with your
name, i am a thesaurus definition of the crickets in
the meadow past your house: noise, blast, buzz,
clamor, crash, cry. you'll notice none of those words are
actually the same. what i mean is, let's go to
the grocery store and talk about every time we
ever lost our parents in the aisles. how my loneliness
is the same as the squeeze of your heart when you
ran to who you thought was your dad just to
find a stranger's face. what i mean is, let's be birds but not
the singing ones. no, not the colorful ones either. let's be
ordinary and desaturated in our nest of the world.

i love you theoretically, in the way i love
the dying house, in the way i love the dying
city, in the way i love fire- in the distance or
else when it's all falling apart. still there's the
burn on my finger. still there's the airport line. and
still, the broken glass on the ground. 
would be really interested to hear your guy's thoughts on this one, i wasn't too sure about it when i first wrote it.
first poem of august! (i actually wrote this in my notebook about a week ago, but i didn't post it so... shh...)

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5 Comments
  • chrysanthemums&ink

    ohhhhh that last stanza is an absolute killer. especially love how immaculate your tone is in this piece. everything is extremely vivid, and that first stanza especially draws you in with: "synonymous for throwing rocks at the window / of the dying house" is such a powerful and poignant opener. love it!


    about 1 month ago
  • erin!

    i LOVE this. i also love love. i especially adore the last stage. ugh. i want to put this up on my wall


    about 2 months ago
  • dovetrees

    this is crazy good! i really love the originality, and the way you wrote this is just perfect! 'i love you theoretically', really drove it home. i adore your work!


    about 2 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    I'm quite in awe. Glorious is the highest praise I can think of, but it doesn't fit right. This piece is softer, in a way. It's beautiful.


    about 2 months ago
  • Dmoral

    "first poem of august! "
    dang okay, idk if imma be ready for the rest of them, 'cause it's gonna take me a fat minute to get over this.


    about 2 months ago