the bodies long buried; longingly yours

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herb
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Thu Mar 26, 2026 11:22 am
herb says... · Thu Mar 26, 2026 11:22 am
they say that the worst kind of grief
is the kind that consumes you,
but i have always wanted to be
eaten & disappeared.

an anything dump (2026)

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Tue May 19, 2026 11:35 pm
herb says... · Tue May 19, 2026 11:35 pm
something shakespearean
they say all the greatest romans
(or greeks,) were too ambitious--
spreading their wax wings until
they melted, aspirational in
inspiration.

trailblazers-- pushing forward and
never quite looking back far enough
so that i ensure that the moment
& you stay. gripping on to whatever
remains of the apparition of either
a wife, a mother, or a martyr.

regardless, i will try my best to confide
myself into you-- overinvest yet underwhelm
with sheer undeserved confidence. share
with the world my greatest feats and
suffer alone with my worst disasters.

the hour draws nearer: my deathbed creeps
closer day by day-- so i know that tomorrow
& tomorrow & tomorrow when the storm finally
arrives and the trees are beginning to fall in the wind--
that it is finally time to lay myself against the knives.
(you can see the pathetic fallacy-- right?)

in augury-- i felt that this was coming.
and don't worry-- there will be no heartbreak
to die over--

-- so you can bury me without glory.
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Thu May 28, 2026 12:14 am
herb says... · Thu May 28, 2026 12:14 am
something further than superficial

i want to be noticed & known.

reverie has never been my calling,
but if that is what is needed for
you to dissect me down to the
carrion that i have carried on
through all of these samsaras
then i will gladly be sanctified.

i will submit myself, so you may
do anything in your baptismal power
to make me whole once more.

it is due time that i end the process
of being eaten & disappeared– i can
no longer bear to sit on the sidelines
and be a bystander to this death.

for once, i will put myself first.
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Thu Jun 11, 2026 2:57 am
herb says... · Thu Jun 11, 2026 2:57 am
scraps

idk maybe i will return to these

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i am still unlearning the harm that you have
done-- the fragments of my ribs are
still enjambed within
my chest-- heave in\
gasp out\

never known for subtlety
(but i will learn
to appreciate --

--the silence--

if only in

submission)

--

i will be okay if there is no funeral oration
nor spectacle made of my inevitable death.

you needn't mourn me-- keep the ravens
in the dressers and instead, cry for things that
actually matter.
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Thu Jun 18, 2026 1:58 am
herb says... · Thu Jun 18, 2026 1:58 am
lookie lookie scrappy scrappy

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i will love you, but only in concept.
you will not feel my hands on you--
we will not become a singularity
nor amalgamation of limb
and hand--

i will forsake you until the end of time--
when i will finally shed these robes,
and let myself be eaten and disappeared.

--

i wonder how many times i have used
the same words to say the same thing?
how much have i submitted, feared?
how long have i been crystalizing, thawing,
screaming, crying? how many times have i been
bloodied, cleared myself of sin, resolved to die alongside
all that i deemed beautiful?

have i remained chained to the kennel,
or stuck etching myself over a false sky?
am i still a guide in spirit, or yearning for the touch
of another person? will i still wander aimlessly
and try to soul-search?

maybe i am still [restless], still bloodied and
bruised-- maybe all these fireflies are all too
damn strange and the carrion that i carry on
will die as it all falls around me--

maybe, maybe i am
still hoping that
you love me.
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Thu Jun 18, 2026 2:05 am
herb says... · Thu Jun 18, 2026 2:05 am
^^ okay so the vibes for the first one are to directly (i am to lazy to hyperlink it) contrast #18 from tracing the firmament of a memory where i say something like
i sweat, you swelter
...
idk i mix up hand and foot or osmething


and the second one i was lowk just trying to stuff poem references in. ok bye
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Wed Jul 15, 2026 3:31 am
herb says... · Wed Jul 15, 2026 3:31 am
exercises in brevity

these scars run down my body further than you can reach--
it is okay if you cannot heal them over.

& here i am hoping that you will turn around and wait for me.

neither you nor i will know if i ever truly loved you.

these hands, these prayers, they are nothing more than aesthetic.

summer is unforgiving & i am her favorite sun.

i will make you love me-- all this carnal carnage can create carnations. i am sure of it.

i do not know if the crocus still lives \ you may only know that her daughter has wilted.
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