L. V., I Found This Poem Lost At Sea, Bloated With Caffeine

Detail of "Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit on One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew" by N.C. Wyeth (1907)

L. V., i found this poem lost at sea, bloated with caffeine

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"Autumn" by Henri Fantin-Latour (French, 1836-1904)

What
is there
to be feared
of the dead when
every day the living
devours the living?
Meanwhile, the dead
does nothing but rest;
mouths shut, arms
crossed. And who
else is easier to
blame than
the quiet
ones?

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem on the headstone of a 9-year-old boy

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3 years ago

L. V., i found this poem on the ground, sobbing

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1 year ago

Detail of "Terrasse du café le soir" ("Café Terrace at Night")
Vincent van Gogh, 1888

I visit god in the hospital. Room 118. His cheeks have sunken, eyes less blue.

- L. V.

There were tubes going in and out of his body. The head nurse tells me

- L. V.

his wife had left. She’s cleaning the house,

- L. V.

placing all his belongings in little brown boxes. I walk closer to the bed.

- L. V.

I tell him I refuse to forgive the nightsky that apologises for shining too bright.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem on a beer bottle cap you tossed across the room

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7 months ago

Mountain Lake (detail)
Salvador Dali, 1938

L. V., I Found This Poem Left Forgotten By A Tourist Who Was In A Hurry To Get Out Of Our Hometown

L. V., i found this poem left forgotten by a tourist who was in a hurry to get out of our hometown

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8 months ago

Think about this:
You and Death—

sitting down for afternoon tea
in the garden of my mind, talking
whilst flowers bloomed
and grew redder in the backdrop.

Worms traverse the driveway like lost men in the Sahara.

- L. V.

Detail of "Musician Smoking a Cigarette in the Background of Copenhagen" by Gerda Wegener (Danish, 1886-1940)

During days that You aren’t there, Death becomes lonely.
He sits back in His chair and puts His feet up, takes a cigarette out
from His coat pocket, lights it up to fill the air with His sorrow.
Then, You, in your old suit, reappear out of nowhere,
and all of a sudden, it is summer again.

- L. V.

In my mind,
there exists only two seasons:
summer
and
not summer.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem underneath your nails

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11 months ago

Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window")
Gustave Caillebotte, 1875

I was watching a film the other day. The boy confessed: I can’t stand the silence—I need to speak to you.

- L. V.

And it reminded me of the first time I fell in love. It wasn’t with a boy. It was with silence.

- L. V.

In a dream, the world shut its mouth forever and the backyard flowers began to bloom in colours we have yet to name.

- L. V.

We learned to make music another way—first with hands and feet. Later, with the way we breathe.

- L. V.

Isn’t it strange how even love could backfire? Because here I am years later and I couldn’t care less for silence anymore. I can’t stand it—speak to me.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem rereading a book you gave me years ago

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10 months ago

Details of "Dans le bleu" by Amélie Beaury-Saurel (French, 1849-1924)

SELFHOOD

Perhaps I should have been born
as a much simpler creature.
I am bad at being human.
I am bad at chasing after dreams.
I am bad at staying awake.
I am bad at writing—the very thing
that I claim to bring me solace.
Perhaps I should have been
born as a firefly or a moth.

Or one of those fish with the silver
belly. Perhaps a warm, fuzzy creature
that spends its days grazing in a
meadow that one day will be visited
by a local artist and immortalized
on his canvas. Perhaps we should
have been born as much simpler
creatures. Perhaps we’d have a
better chance of happiness then.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem stuck between the lines of your last text message

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6 months ago

Detail of "Панорама города с улицы Субачяус. Вильнюс" ("Vilnius City Panorama from Subachius street")
Vasily Sadovnikov, 1848

if this is my last december

L. V., I Found This Poem Stuck In Traffic

Detail of "Панорама города с улицы Субачяус. Вильнюс" ("Vilnius City Panorama from Subachius street")
Vasily Sadovnikov, 1848

i'd be fine with it

Detail of "Панорама города с улицы Субачяус. Вильнюс" ("Vilnius City Panorama from Subachius street")
Vasily Sadovnikov, 1848

another year spent in my head

here's half a goodbye
the other half—a goodnight

i'm fine with it
if this were to be my last december
good
night
good
bye

L. V., i found this poem stuck in traffic

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8 months ago

The only way to love a hurricane is from a distance.
One could say the same about tornadoes and tsunamis.
An avalanche. Wildfires. Volcanoes. You.
- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem stuck to the bottom of a stranger's shoe

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5 months ago

You’re awesome sauce 😛

🫠 <- is this really how u see me :(

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first thing that came to mind genuinely lol YOU're awesome sauce dear anon -- is this wt the kids are saying now -- educate me on these words pls idk any of thesee

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