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ivelivedmanylives: I’m most thankful to tumblr for introducing me to Love & Misadventure. I know that as I continue on my journey different poems will hit chords at different times in my life. Right now Soul Mates just speaks to meeee! Love this
finita–la–commedia: “My hands are cold, my feet cold, – but the alphabets are burning, burning.” — Octavio Paz (1914 - 1998), from “San Ildefonso nocturne”in: “Octavio Paz. Selected Poems”. Edited by Eliot Weinberger
fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
bl-ossomed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. So sad
greed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
writinqueen: to my amsterdam 4.10.13 [by: Julie Martinez] **follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems :)
jessicat-meows: parkwaydrve: unheroically: throatcvtter: unheroically: there goes my heart Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside. ooooooooo ooooooo ZACH THESE ARE ALWAYS SO PERFECT YOU MAKE POEMS THAT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS AND UGH
queeringfeministreality: trvl: greed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. Keep growing
meadowkitten: Write poems on my body and put flowers in my hair
writinqueen: note #19; 11.4.13 [By: Julie Martinez] **follow my insta @juliemartinez for more poems** (this one got 80 notes+ from my ‘topic poetry’ so I uploaded it)
prettyboyshyflizzy: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
fantasticarepickles:this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
vogue-pussyxo: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE Lmao
sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
asleepylioness: Well, I can’t seem to get enough of submitting my photos now:) Hopefully I am not too late to submit for CC this week! I found a poem to go along with my photos this time. People take life too seriously and always focus on the negative.
sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE 🙀Me either 🙈
fantasticarepickles:this makes my heart acheSilverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
watchoutforintellect: “Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins” - From The Witch’s Poem by Anne Sexton
violentwavesofemotion: “I am ruled only by my heart, my thought; I am the one who rules myself.” — Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “You Do Not Rule,”
violentwavesofemotion: “My own dear love, he is all my world – and I wish I’d never met him.” — Dorothy Parker, from The Complete Poems of D. P.; “Love Song,”
sadellite:passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
existences: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. (via TumbleOn)
shit-gaze: i tried to write a poem about the way your voice cracks at three am like the floorboards of the home i grew up in how you reach your palms into my chest and hold my heart in your hand but all i wrote down was the word you and this is enough
s–inful: writinqueen: my star; 7.24.13 [By: Julie Martinez] **follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems :) .
officialunitedstates: me, handing a blue leaf I spray-painted the night before to my girlfriend: here this is for you. it’s a rare moroccan teal leaf from the shores of africa. it fell into my hands while i was writing a love poem to you on the
theblackdalia:theblackdalia: How to Mix Native Blood with Foreign Waters: A Lab This is the poem that won first place. this is incredible, thank you for loving my poetry. Oh my god
chick-fe-latio: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE 😂
kinbakunokaiji: “I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.” ― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
eroticnoire: How I like to think my followers read my erotic stories and poems while they enjoy the summer. . #eroticnoire #eroticpoet #eroticwriter #eroticauthor #blackerotica #blacktumblr #poet #poetry #africanqueen #blackwomen #blackness #black
juansendizon: “I love nighttime when it feels easy to feel my sadness, and I can rest from the pain of my lack of friendship and belongingness because everyone else in the world is sleeping, and I accept that I’m truly alone. I get to write poems
trvl:greed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. Keep growing those tender thoughts, because
writinqueen: not your kind of girl; 12.22.13 [By: Julie Martinez] *follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems* subscribe to my youtube channel here
inkskinned: he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear
oozins:NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE
sinnlos-verloren: dulldrops: crydaisy: freine: Journey Inside My Head #2 (Journal entry from January 3rd/4th 2014) Poem Credit: Crydaisy “Don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt
qrateful: ** please don’t remove this caption or self promote or change the source. comments & opinions are highly appreciated for support xx the title of this poem is ’ my red ribbons ’ . it’s about self harm. this is what my ‘red ribbons’
writinqueen: my forever is yours; 9.2.13 [By: Julie Martinez] **follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**
parkwaydrve: unheroically: throatcvtter: unheroically: there goes my heart Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside. ooooooooo ooooooo ZACH THESE ARE ALWAYS SO PERFECT YOU MAKE POEMS THAT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS AND UGH YOU’RE SO GOOD
writinqueen: felony; 3.21.14 [By: Julie Martinez] *follow my insta @juliemartinez for more poems* also make sure to subscribe to my youtube channel HERE!
spoon-party-of-durin: here-lies-a-free-elf: pinkcowboyhats: imstrongerinthewallsofwinterfell: I didn’t come up with this poem, a friend told me about it. If you know who did, please tell me so I can link it to them. omigod my poor heart My
antidotefortheawkward-art: Happy APAHM and here’s a poem comic about my experiences being trans and Chinese I did in three days for my English class!
porcelainandposies: Now available on my Etsy! “You are a garden, a universe.” Link is on my page. Free with any purchase of this poem is your choice of another, just leave the title in the comment section when you check out. I hope you all find a
refiningfire: excuse my sloppy handwriting but here’s the last poem in my latest journalwritten by me, please do not delete this caption!!
s-cared-to-death: cigarettes-and-suicide: shutuped: yummy-recovery: how-to-save-a-life28: This is NOT pro Ana read the whole poem this brought tears to my eyes Oh my god… This describes the disease perfectly. I don’t have a eating disorder,