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)
I was sad when
my talented friend started designing
television commercials
he told me to grow up
but the rocks in the desert I touch
signal an endless new place something
without money saying 'never tire of
demanding love for the world'
my talented friend started designing
television commercials
he told me to grow up
but the rocks in the desert I touch
signal an endless new place something
without money saying 'never tire of
demanding love for the world'
February 18, 2026 at 7:55 PM
I was sad when
my talented friend started designing
television commercials
he told me to grow up
but the rocks in the desert I touch
signal an endless new place something
without money saying 'never tire of
demanding love for the world'
my talented friend started designing
television commercials
he told me to grow up
but the rocks in the desert I touch
signal an endless new place something
without money saying 'never tire of
demanding love for the world'
If you see the fault lines, you acknowledge there is a fault field. If you avow the presence of the fault field, then you are open to the brokenness within you and everyone, and your own faultiness of logic, our misguided rectitude.
February 18, 2026 at 6:55 PM
If you see the fault lines, you acknowledge there is a fault field. If you avow the presence of the fault field, then you are open to the brokenness within you and everyone, and your own faultiness of logic, our misguided rectitude.
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head.
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head.
February 18, 2026 at 5:55 PM
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head.
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head.
it’s more bearable to think of
death than of love
death than of love
February 18, 2026 at 4:55 PM
it’s more bearable to think of
death than of love
death than of love
And I / Say your name / In hopes you'll hear it in the stars
February 18, 2026 at 3:56 PM
And I / Say your name / In hopes you'll hear it in the stars
I wish that this would go away / But when I'm done singing this song / I will have to find something else / To do to keep me here / Something else to keep me
February 18, 2026 at 2:55 PM
I wish that this would go away / But when I'm done singing this song / I will have to find something else / To do to keep me here / Something else to keep me
What I didn't know before
was how horses simply give birth to other
horses . . . A horse gives way
to another horse and then suddenly there are
two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you.
was how horses simply give birth to other
horses . . . A horse gives way
to another horse and then suddenly there are
two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you.
February 18, 2026 at 1:55 PM
What I didn't know before
was how horses simply give birth to other
horses . . . A horse gives way
to another horse and then suddenly there are
two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you.
was how horses simply give birth to other
horses . . . A horse gives way
to another horse and then suddenly there are
two horses, just like that. That's how I loved you.
There's something soft in me
we killed it and it's rotting.
we killed it and it's rotting.
February 18, 2026 at 12:55 PM
There's something soft in me
we killed it and it's rotting.
we killed it and it's rotting.
how strong was my failure to keep you alive
February 18, 2026 at 11:55 AM
how strong was my failure to keep you alive
& this is how we danced: our mothers'
white dresses spilling from our feet late August
turning our hands dark red. & this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka & an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
through my hair – my hair like a wildfire.
white dresses spilling from our feet late August
turning our hands dark red. & this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka & an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
through my hair – my hair like a wildfire.
February 18, 2026 at 10:55 AM
& this is how we danced: our mothers'
white dresses spilling from our feet late August
turning our hands dark red. & this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka & an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
through my hair – my hair like a wildfire.
white dresses spilling from our feet late August
turning our hands dark red. & this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka & an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
through my hair – my hair like a wildfire.
A cage of gentle
hands is still a cage,
and I know this now.
hands is still a cage,
and I know this now.
February 18, 2026 at 9:55 AM
A cage of gentle
hands is still a cage,
and I know this now.
hands is still a cage,
and I know this now.
You believe me like a god / I destroy you like I am
February 18, 2026 at 8:55 AM
You believe me like a god / I destroy you like I am
Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
February 18, 2026 at 7:56 AM
Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
My mother said: I have spent a fortune on your piano lessons
But at my funeral you will refuse to play
But at my funeral you will refuse to play
February 18, 2026 at 6:55 AM
My mother said: I have spent a fortune on your piano lessons
But at my funeral you will refuse to play
But at my funeral you will refuse to play
We slipped switchblades
in the back pockets of our jeans, spray-painted
backdoors. I named my knives after you. We cried
in the desert. California.
in the back pockets of our jeans, spray-painted
backdoors. I named my knives after you. We cried
in the desert. California.
February 18, 2026 at 5:55 AM
We slipped switchblades
in the back pockets of our jeans, spray-painted
backdoors. I named my knives after you. We cried
in the desert. California.
in the back pockets of our jeans, spray-painted
backdoors. I named my knives after you. We cried
in the desert. California.
I have walked into the field,
mouth open,
begging to
be undone.
mouth open,
begging to
be undone.
February 18, 2026 at 4:55 AM
I have walked into the field,
mouth open,
begging to
be undone.
mouth open,
begging to
be undone.
But I am not dying. I am still
Holding on…
I thrust my head out the window
And look up – at the starry attire,
The reddish ring around the moon –
And I speak, to no one, into space.
Holding on…
I thrust my head out the window
And look up – at the starry attire,
The reddish ring around the moon –
And I speak, to no one, into space.
February 18, 2026 at 3:56 AM
But I am not dying. I am still
Holding on…
I thrust my head out the window
And look up – at the starry attire,
The reddish ring around the moon –
And I speak, to no one, into space.
Holding on…
I thrust my head out the window
And look up – at the starry attire,
The reddish ring around the moon –
And I speak, to no one, into space.
And we're not out of the tunnel / I bet you, though, there's an end
February 18, 2026 at 2:55 AM
And we're not out of the tunnel / I bet you, though, there's an end
we are all
falling in
love while
standing in
line for death
falling in
love while
standing in
line for death
February 18, 2026 at 1:55 AM
we are all
falling in
love while
standing in
line for death
falling in
love while
standing in
line for death
If I could keep anything of you / I would keep just this quiet after you
February 18, 2026 at 12:55 AM
If I could keep anything of you / I would keep just this quiet after you
I don't know how to count
the phantom limbs I have
the phantom limbs I have
February 17, 2026 at 11:56 PM
I don't know how to count
the phantom limbs I have
the phantom limbs I have
Somebody sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive
February 17, 2026 at 10:56 PM
Somebody sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive
O mother
O minute hand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water.
O minute hand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water.
February 17, 2026 at 9:55 PM
O mother
O minute hand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water.
O minute hand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water.
i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life.
February 17, 2026 at 8:55 PM
i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
February 17, 2026 at 7:56 PM
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.