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@librarywanderer
Welcome.
This is my poetry blog and where I talk about literary stuff that piques my interest.
Masterlists (some poems are not suitable for all audiences, check tags and CWs for the respective poem before proceeding): 2022 2023 2024 2025 2026

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Eurydice Remains in the Underworld
You do not need to die for me to look back.
You need not disappear into the void for me to
Scour the hells in which you'll surely inhabit.
Your voice is a whisper along a cave wall,
The kind that comes with a sneering chorus:
"Such pity, such woe,"
I imagine there is love. I imagine it true.
The day you leave me,
I will mourn the world into some image of grief,
Wandering down the path to my childhood home
As if walking into Tartarus, as if I did not beg -
Plead, knees scraped into scars that rival constellations -
To leave. To escape. All just to walk the long road back.
All just to mourn the same thing twice.
Paper Letters
Folded inwards, pressed against skin,
Perhaps a breath of a kiss on the corner,
Pining, longing, a tender preservation of soul.
You write too little and too hastily, nearly nothing.
A slip of pen as your foot jostles the table and
The dots of 'i's scatter like seeds on winter land.
When have I heard from you last?
I hum your words on my palate like a communal prayer,
Pondering over every letter, as if there was some secret,
Something more in your nothingness and quiet
As if letting my imagination fester as weeds
Would keep you alive. Present. Here. Pocketed.
Masterlist: 2026
Empty Guilt - February
Last Illness - February
Apotheosis - February
Inconstant - February
Sedentary Death - March
In Yesterday's Night - March
Tuesdays With Nothing to Do - March
Becoming Human - April
"Beloved" Spake Time - April
Shower Thoughts - May
Masterlist: 2025
Farewell! You Never Left - January
Author of Influential Nothing - January
Low Admiration - January
Thanksgiving Meal - February
A Shopping List of Things to Regret - February
A Daughter's Litany - March
Love and Citrus - April
Born Again - May
To The Nameless Ones - June
Patron Saint of Endings - July
Pallida Mors - September
Star Counting - September
The End - October
Penned Waste - November
Shielded - November
A Lover Talks About Dinner - November
Untitled Lines 2 - December
Schrodinger's Closed Casket - December

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Masterlist: 2024
Pressure from Beyond - January
Following Destiny - March
On Plain Paper - March
April Fools Haiku - April
Craft - April
Stone - April
Immaterialistic Song - April
Tasting Summer - May
Consuming Ouroboros - June
Obligation to Who? - July
Word - July
You are alive - August
Theft - September
Idolatry - September
Truth - September
Soldier's Oath - September
Close - October
Enough - October
Dreams of Mundane - October
Farewell to the Lost - October
My Darling Eve of Oranges - October
Unwanted Visitor - October
Jealousy - November
Biased Perception of Art - November
The sinner apologises - November
Nature's Doll - November
White Desire - November
Others and You - November
Scars of Human Creation - November
The Mortal Watchmaker - December
Love's Secret Epilogue - December
Moonlit Dance - December
Masterlist: 2023
Untitled Poem 1 - February
Untitled Haiku 5 - February
Untitled Haiku 6 - February
Untitled Poem 2 - February
Haiku inspired by @/titsayart - February
Untitled Haiku 7 - February
Untitled Poem 3 - February
Untitled Haiku 8 - February
Untitled Poem 4 - March
Untitled Poem 5 - March
Untitled Poem 6 - March
Untitled Poem 7 - March
Untitled Poem 8 - March
Untitled Lines 1 - March
Untitled Poem 9 - March
Untitled Poem 10 - March
Untitled Poem 11 - March
Forgotten Gift - December
Again(?) - December
The Penguin Lessons (Book Review) - December
Masterlist: 2022
Untitled Haiku 1 - September
Untitled Haiku 2 - September
Old Introductory Haiku - September
TGCF inspired Haiku - October
Untitled Haiku 3 - October
5 posts Haiku - October
Untitled Haiku 4 - October
Shower Thoughts
[CW body dysmorphia, self harm, implied fatphobia] let me know if I've made a mistake in here.
the stars, like dust

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"Beloved" Spake Time
Birds ne'er live long in cages, not with
Wood fashioned into stiff wings and a beak that cannot move,
My world is dreary in the confines of a grey room,
Bought by an uncaring hand for little than a blink,
But I am yours. To count to the time and celebrate,
I sit upon the wall to keep your isolation empty.
My song is a warble faltering out of tune,
Db, Bb minor, G, D, E minor,
But you smile, dearest. You laugh a prettier tune and shake your head,
Like a spring pulled, too far back, threatening to snap,
It is life. Unadulterated, unconfined, eternal.
I bring you joy. If I come back every hour-
Becoming Human
The diagram sits before me like the face of a forgotten, familiar friend,
A shallow outline of what seems to be a man -
Supine, palms outstretched, and hollow white inside,
It stares with a blame that belongs to the dead.
I've forgotten what I was meant to do with it.
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Tuesdays with Nothing to Do
I believe that the living speak too oft of death,
That we force too much time in mourning
Rather than spending those quiet moment to live.
To breathe. To feel the breath of pulse humming,
The growls of organs and the popping of bones.
The ugly form and the soul that resides in it,
It is me. And it, somehow, lives.
That evening, when all that was left was an old dance,
A tune of routine that belonged in silent films,
You held my arm tight as we ran for the bus.
We were almost late, but we ran. Hearts thudding.
Alone, I would have thought it a bomb - counting down.
But, as you pull me back to the safety of the pavement,
All that remained was warmth. Of the thrill of joy.
Of the fact we missed the car that could have torn me through and out,
And you had dragged me forward to breathe with you.
In Yesterday's Night
[CW: allusions to suicide, direct suicide mention, my notice and some details about the poem at the end for context]

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Sedentary Death
[CW: allusions to suicide]
Apologies to everyone who has followed this blog. This account will be deleted sometime in the foreseeable future alongside the poems here. Drafts of my writing may be posted, but it will be labelled as unfinished if I do.
Thank you for your support on my writing journey. It was fun.
I hope everyone can someday enjoy writing as much as, though most likely more than, I did.