i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
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between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today by Emily Jungmin Yoon
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‘Do not ask your children to strive’ by William Martin
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What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day
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- Sylvia Plath, from the 'Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath'
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this is one of my favourite poems ever. it’s so sad yet hopeful. so strong yet short. it’s dusk… your daughter’s tall… it’s dusk! your daughter’s tall!
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“I am more than: my relationship status. My job. My age. My sexuality. My degree or lack of. My last name. My appearance. My gender. My sex. My short comings. I am: rusted thoughts. A bloody tongue. Every city I have breathed in. Every bedroom I have loved in. Piles of words. Twisted metaphors. My thoughts. My actions. My dreams. And I am not looking to be loved. I am looking to be seen.”
— I Am Not | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
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♡ Are You Satisfied? ♡
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Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914
Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.
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Poem from The Backwater Sermons by Jay Hulme.
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Water
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anglerfish
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our garden
“just let it go” they say
like gravity
trying to pull me away
from the sun, skies, stars that was the world that we’d created
and my fingers slip, slip, slip
from the olive branch you’ve offered me
once, twice, thrice
countless tries
to fix what ain’t broke, but cracked
where i would have poured rivers of gold
to highlight our scars and make them shine
like stars
but you pretended them away
and left valleys of silence between us
and they pull me
“just let it go” they say
dragging me down
but i don’t want to fall
i want to climb
i want to rise
i want to look up at our skies
even when they’re on fire
or dripping acid rain into my eyes
i’ve always been fond of dancing in the rain
i don’t want to let it go
even if it hurts
even when i can’t forgive you
even when you can’t forgive me
even when you never change
because i chose you
and some things are worth fighting for
and some things are worth hurting for
and some things are worth crying for
and some things are worth climbing for
"just let it go” they say
but i won’t
not everything that hurts is toxic
sometimes
it’s just human
sometimes we’re just human
and this messy world of light and drought and skies and doubt and stars and scars and peace and pain and sun and rain
is home
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start here, caitlyn siehl // untitled, fortesa latifi // rien ne va plus, margarita karapanau (trans. karen emmerich) // black iris, leah raeder // the thorn merchant, yusuf komunyakaa // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // a key to common lethal fungi, marge piercy // give me a god i can relate to, blythe baird // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del torro (2014) // the house of hades, rick riordan.
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