Water Trine Things
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a bot for phrases from other poems, books, songs, etc. that make me lose my mind :-) you can dm me for questions/sources! posts every hour (moved over from twitter)
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying / As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet
December 31, 2025 at 9:06 PM
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying / As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet
Wonder if we'll get married / Before my brothers
December 31, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Wonder if we'll get married / Before my brothers
You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.
December 31, 2025 at 8:01 PM
You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.
He chooses you, over and over, angry and in love, until you do not choose him.
December 31, 2025 at 6:57 PM
He chooses you, over and over, angry and in love, until you do not choose him.
my lover is a woman
& when i hold her
feel her warmth
i feel good
feel safe.
& when i hold her
feel her warmth
i feel good
feel safe.
December 31, 2025 at 5:58 PM
my lover is a woman
& when i hold her
feel her warmth
i feel good
feel safe.
& when i hold her
feel her warmth
i feel good
feel safe.
And the night,
it left the earth the way a broken man,
his lover's door closing behind him, leaves
that street in silence for the rest of his life.
it left the earth the way a broken man,
his lover's door closing behind him, leaves
that street in silence for the rest of his life.
December 31, 2025 at 4:56 PM
And the night,
it left the earth the way a broken man,
his lover's door closing behind him, leaves
that street in silence for the rest of his life.
it left the earth the way a broken man,
his lover's door closing behind him, leaves
that street in silence for the rest of his life.
Every morning of my childhood, my grandmother, who stood a little under five feet tall, donned an apron and cooked breakfast. Slow. Precise. Deliberate. She equated food with love, and she cooked with both a fury and a quiet joy.
December 31, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Every morning of my childhood, my grandmother, who stood a little under five feet tall, donned an apron and cooked breakfast. Slow. Precise. Deliberate. She equated food with love, and she cooked with both a fury and a quiet joy.
proof that you lived is that you kept notebooks.
December 31, 2025 at 2:52 PM
proof that you lived is that you kept notebooks.
The Slug: I'll eat the apple
The Gardener: It's rotten
S: Not to me
Not if it came from your soil;
Not if it was tended to
By your hands.
G: Rot is rot, regardless of who grew it.
S: No - certain rots are sweeter than others.
Certain rots yield wines.
The Gardener: It's rotten
S: Not to me
Not if it came from your soil;
Not if it was tended to
By your hands.
G: Rot is rot, regardless of who grew it.
S: No - certain rots are sweeter than others.
Certain rots yield wines.
December 31, 2025 at 1:51 PM
The Slug: I'll eat the apple
The Gardener: It's rotten
S: Not to me
Not if it came from your soil;
Not if it was tended to
By your hands.
G: Rot is rot, regardless of who grew it.
S: No - certain rots are sweeter than others.
Certain rots yield wines.
The Gardener: It's rotten
S: Not to me
Not if it came from your soil;
Not if it was tended to
By your hands.
G: Rot is rot, regardless of who grew it.
S: No - certain rots are sweeter than others.
Certain rots yield wines.
You, drowning
between my arms –
stay.
You, pushing your body
into the river
only to be left
with yourself–
stay.
between my arms –
stay.
You, pushing your body
into the river
only to be left
with yourself–
stay.
December 31, 2025 at 12:47 PM
You, drowning
between my arms –
stay.
You, pushing your body
into the river
only to be left
with yourself–
stay.
between my arms –
stay.
You, pushing your body
into the river
only to be left
with yourself–
stay.
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona . . .
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt.
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona . . .
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt.
December 31, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona . . .
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt.
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona . . .
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt.
Let me watch those mountains from underneath / And maybe they'll finally / Float off of me
December 31, 2025 at 10:42 AM
Let me watch those mountains from underneath / And maybe they'll finally / Float off of me
How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.
December 31, 2025 at 9:37 AM
How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.
‘Suffering feels religious if you do it right’ no shut up it doesn’t. My friends laughing in the kitchen while I make dinner feels religious. The sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
December 31, 2025 at 8:33 AM
‘Suffering feels religious if you do it right’ no shut up it doesn’t. My friends laughing in the kitchen while I make dinner feels religious. The sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
I am amazed by loneliness
it is this possibility of you and I
dissolving
it is this possibility of you and I
dissolving
December 31, 2025 at 7:33 AM
I am amazed by loneliness
it is this possibility of you and I
dissolving
it is this possibility of you and I
dissolving
Giant ribs of rain shifted
open on a flash of light and cracked together again.
open on a flash of light and cracked together again.
December 31, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Giant ribs of rain shifted
open on a flash of light and cracked together again.
open on a flash of light and cracked together again.
She wants a mother’s
tenderness. Touch ancient as the river.
tenderness. Touch ancient as the river.
December 31, 2025 at 5:30 AM
She wants a mother’s
tenderness. Touch ancient as the river.
tenderness. Touch ancient as the river.
I will wash your hair at night
And dry it off with care
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here.
And dry it off with care
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here.
December 31, 2025 at 4:27 AM
I will wash your hair at night
And dry it off with care
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here.
And dry it off with care
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here.
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese,
who never find their peace,
whether north, or south, or west, or east; west or east;)
who never find their peace,
whether north, or south, or west, or east; west or east;)
December 31, 2025 at 3:20 AM
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese,
who never find their peace,
whether north, or south, or west, or east; west or east;)
who never find their peace,
whether north, or south, or west, or east; west or east;)
If we couldn't carry our dead inside us we would be empty. (emptier, I mean.)
December 31, 2025 at 2:18 AM
If we couldn't carry our dead inside us we would be empty. (emptier, I mean.)
And while my dreams made music in the night, carefully / I was going to live
December 31, 2025 at 1:16 AM
And while my dreams made music in the night, carefully / I was going to live
A kitchen is the best - I mean the saddest - room for tears . . If someone falls to pieces in the kitchen, in the space of work and nourishment, they must be truly coming undone. The bright lights offer no comfort, only illuminate. The floor should be vinyl and cold.
December 31, 2025 at 12:14 AM
A kitchen is the best - I mean the saddest - room for tears . . If someone falls to pieces in the kitchen, in the space of work and nourishment, they must be truly coming undone. The bright lights offer no comfort, only illuminate. The floor should be vinyl and cold.
'Cause I'm the one / Who rattles all / Your windows / And your doors / Howling in the night / Beyond your walls / Beneath your floors
December 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
'Cause I'm the one / Who rattles all / Your windows / And your doors / Howling in the night / Beyond your walls / Beneath your floors
As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself.
To forget / we built this house knowing / it won't last.
To forget / we built this house knowing / it won't last.
December 30, 2025 at 10:09 PM
As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself.
To forget / we built this house knowing / it won't last.
To forget / we built this house knowing / it won't last.
Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot.
December 30, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot.