ingénue

somewhere between the inks of the story of a lonely titan & hungry eagle https://www.wattpad.com/1293844056-human-psyche-riviere%27s-prometheus

imagine if there was a wattpad wrapped

one of the more personal poems i have written, this one hid deep within my heart for ages. (please be gentle)  https://www.wattpad.com/1287100559-human-psyche-vision-across-the-crosswalk

To describe the wind as a faraway thought of the sky—
          Is it not appropriate to place it in this context?
          Is it not natural to marry air with air?
          
          Yet the sky is too far to touch, 
          and wind flows over land, within grasp, attainable.
          Where do I place my knife to carve the world, the universe?
          We are humans, having been born with the knowledge that 
          one day we must return to the soil.
          
          In this form, I am a body among a mass of billions.
          One day I will return to soil, earth mingling with earth.
          Recycled planetary matter, organic and inorganic, 
          I will resemble the rocky faces of Mercury, Venus, Mars.
          Today my heart pumping rivers of blood 
          is so desperately human.
          
          Would you put me in the same room as a nebula?
          How do we determine how much we owe the universe
          if we make ourselves so tiny and insignificant within, 
          if we remain so uncontextualized, 
          unknowing, willfully ignorant?
          
          No, why should we shoulder this blame?
          An atom does not identify with the organism that inherits it.
          We disappear under the sharp gaze of a star,
          Incomparable to its nuclear emissions. 
          Throwing a broad net is only a burden upon the caster.
          To stay mindful within our own spaces is enough.

Ngl, you "about" is quite cool~ (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

back in my catullus era something about "cui dono lepidum novum libellum / arida modo pumice expolitum" really gets me, but "odi et amo" is my favorite. but seriously, catullus 5 "vivamus... atque amemus" and then the whole "da mi basia mille" sequence to the end... i forgot how much i loved it. and the invectives are just so clever and funny.

republished this poem with a modified version, retitled "angels don't naturally fall from the heavens". care to read again? https://www.wattpad.com/795328077-human-psyche-piled-all-the-way-up-on-the-freeway

join me as i take my brisk morning walks https://www.wattpad.com/1276664142-human-psyche-yesterday-and-today

in order to cast a long, long line you first need to find the hook https://www.wattpad.com/1273240824-human-psyche-hook

time for a new poetry collection, i think? human psyche is getting much much too full (but also i don't want to make a new cover)