#not poems

[pinkkvoid]

For as long as I’ve known people who have befriended me never cared about me the same way i did. I gave them my heart, i showered them in love, blindly waiting for them to do the same, but it was never reciprocated. I grew up without a best friend, so i was pretty much alone in my head, in my thoughts, not bothered by anyone in the world. I liked the quietness, the late nights where it was only me and a book. I found it pretty comfortable being on my own, i never thought i would find anyone i could open to or even someone that would understand. Often times i did catch myself wondering if there was someone meant to be my best friend. As my teen years flew by, my 20’s came rolling in, suddenly i met you. I remember being so caught off guard with the very first gift you gave me, crying when i was alone because i didn’t know someone could be so kind without even knowing me. My walls ultimately fell down as you comforted me the night i slept over. You were the first person to ever truly care for me and i wasn’t sure how to feel, but i knew your heart was as big as mine. Maybe even bigger, you watched my failed attempts to befriend people as they turned out to be someone i couldn’t even recognize. But you were always there, it sounds silly but i never looked at what was right in front of me, as you had always been by my side, you held my hand throughout everything i went through as i mindlessly navigated this world. You never made me feel bad for being myself, even though i can be loud, hyper and sometimes my feelings are all over the place. I never thought i would find someone like you but I’m so happy i did. Though sometimes i do wish we had met earlier in life, but honestly it doesn’t matter, I’m happy to call you my best friend, I’m happy that you’re the one i trust the most and my heart is now yours too. All i can do now is grow with you and do everything best friend’s do, smile, laugh and create even more happy memories to look back on.

- hey nana, remember the first time we met?

[octoberloved]

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[poetryforall]

-Rumi

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Audrey Hepburn

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[bambiali]

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[typhlonectes]

[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

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(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

[pinkkvoid]

This new year feels amazing, a fresh new start with more positive poetry, and a closer look into my mind. Stay beautiful and keep writing everyone♡

[bebx]

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

[poetryforall]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”