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The Game (2) **Leather on my left cheekYour boot caresses meLeather on my right cheekWith the quirt you guide my gazeUp your inner thighTo the moistness on your quim*All of my desireIs compressed into my eyesMy swelling need constrictedBy the binding
Teach MeTeach me where to touch youHow to reach into the sacred spaceAnd taste the temple wineShow me how to place my handsIn supplication, on the myriad pathsThat can lead to your delightTell of the shapes my mouth must makeThe spells and secret cantrips
Take freely of all I offerSlake your thirst here at my wellBy giving I become the strongerBind you wholly in my spellArjay Eiff
jtotheizzoe: From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams The full poem: Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be
aliascquinn: “I thank you for your part in my journey” -C. Quinn
at the very least I should try to be coherent, to be whole but the wind has scattered my words and as leaves fall so does my will down, down and away from the root away from anything branches broken as synapses drift away away is the phrase to keep
unresolve: I put this in my poetry booklet for school last year and my teacher pulled me aside the next day and told me how important I am to the world and that he understands what I’m feeling and we both nearly cried and yeah I’m really upset I
artistofculture: Join me on my journey, got 737 of ya’ll walking with me already. I fought way to long and hard for this moment. if you enjoy reading/watching/hearing my poetry/raps/art - do me a HUGE favor and go “support/like” my FB page. tweet
Less Than Two Weeks“El Mark” by Glassjaw Who the fuck wants to live forever? Remorse. When you stab me in the back with your dream.To keep this body sober I show my life for all to see:do you see me? Do you see mein a battle the size of my thumb?Always
aesterismos: “you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer.” — efb | questions & answers, #2
lifeinpoetry: “I etch my own face upon my wicked flesh. / I am my own devastating god.” — Rachel McKibbens, from “Shiv,” Women of Resistance: Poems for a New Feminism
violentwavesofemotion: “I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;” — Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “In a Deserted Streetcorner,”
lifeinpoetry: I already know/ what’s going to kill me/ is terribly /deep/ inside me./ I still need you. In my sleep/ I am/ on my way/ to some viable/ mutation.\ — Ashley Porras, from “Untitled 72,” published in Muzzle
lifeinpoetry: I’ve told all my loversthat my body is full of ghosts, but who hasn’t, right? — Laura Villareal, from “Boiling Puffins,” published in Waxwing
thecenterwillnothold: “Here is my hand, my heart,my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminatedcities at the center of me, and here is the centerof me, which is a lake, which is a well that wecan drink from, but I can’t go through with it.I just don’t
gothspinster: “Break off my arms: I shall still hold you tight; My heart will yet embrace you all the same. Suppress my heart: My brain knows no deterrent; And if at last you set my brain aflame I carry you still on my bloodstream’s current.” —
salemwitchtrials: “i feel my life in my mouth.” — Nejma, Nayyirah Waheed
of-spaceandstars: “Inside my skin, / loving you, I am this space / my body believes in.” — — Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Unnatural State of the Unicorn,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
antigonick: “I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whisperingoh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?” — Mary Oliver,
andcallalilies: E.e. Cummings - “i like my body when it is with your”
I can hear the rain outside, But I feel it in my head Drowning my thoughts One drop at a time. I can feel my heart beat, Blood like lava Running fire through my veins. Burning skin Searing bones.
thecuntmentality: I’m really fed up with seeing this on my dashboard. More information can be found at rainn.org. Also, please, if you ‘like’ this, reblog it. Thank you. Love, Taylor rainn.org is a great organization. My poetry club would raise
catwingsathena:My sister puts glasses away upside down.Because our mother does,Because her mother did,Because her mother lived through the Dust Bowl.One day my father sat me down and told me about epigenetics.How the trauma he went throughAs a child in
druid-for-hire:[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep.
missmish-art: photos from my notebook. I use it as a sort of mind dump for poetry, lyrics, and doodles.
quewave: Bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I’m too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I’m not goingto let anybody seeyou.there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette
thicklet: Ations by Shel Silverstein. My favorite poem and future feet tattoos. With this, I welcome you to my tumbl abode :) * now i finally know the name of this wonderful author/cartoonist. YIPEEE
I don’t sleep much these days My eyes are tired, but I’m not likely to comply There’s a space in my mind But your no longer occupying that space It ain’t easy to fill it with memories Actually it gets harder everyday But, thats
nubilefae: Note: my poetry is shitty but it reflects a mood that often sneaks up on me when I think too much. Also, sorry in advance if my blog becomes a mess, I’m trying this thing where I do and create what I like. an empty, perfect shell an empty,
I really need new books to read, anything. (I’d love some suggestions!) I also need a dictionary and a thesaurus.I’m not happy with my vocabulary, and I’m thinking of trying to write other things rather than my story, just til I can
I decided to translate all of my poems into spanish so they can follow the english versions and my god it’s so hard to write lol. I used to be fluent in HS, when I studied everyday. But I haven’t spoken spanish in years and I’m waaaaayyyyyy out
story-dj: Read more of my poetry here - in my book.
to kill me, keep me still, hold me cold stop me before i change again every few seconds i learn, create, morph, change and i, like a fire need fuel there is no such thing as enough. shiver my river to kill me, keep me still replace my fuel with clutter
a depressing song that has been stuck in my head all fucking day long
Come fall in my arms my sweet wolf I wish I could take away your worries and stress I don’t have that power, but with me you can rest Soon I’m sure you know all too well More tasks will arrive while your mind doth dwell You’ve helped me now I want
Wash me in words Drown my mind in their depth Let me taste their meaning on my tongue
I am reading “dreaming in hindi” for my anthropology class but I want to drown in faust. It is pure poetry and meant to be spoken Your eyes will not hear its rhymes Thus read aloud and in time Or the magic is thense broken
Do you know how many times I have kissed my phone in lieu of you? How many times I wished I could swallow my phone Because it has your words in it And they feed my soul
jamesandrewcrosby: Typewriter Poetry #457 by James Andrew Crosby Which subject do you wish to see in my poetry in the future?Send your suggestion to me here.
I can aka ways read this poem during anything in my life and have closure. #love #poetry #tseliot (Taken with Instagram)
Blood runs down my hands after the razors dance. An elegant waltz across the veins in my wrists. I dressed my skin in a royal dress, flowing red & delicate. Like my fading eyes. Death walked up took my hand, & we danced till the moon came crashing
Not Your Whore
Where Is One
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sickfake: sickfake: kindofalone: i’m posting this here bc i’m too lazy to log into my poetry blog cool why does this keep coming back my post on my dash i’m
elodysuicide: I have my books and my poetry to protect me- I am shielded in my armor- hiding in my room, safe with in my womb, I touch no one and no one touches me. #iamarock #iamanisland — great day shooting with @allherown
hey guys hey so I just posted more links including a faq and my old/hidden blog where I wrote my stuff (poetry but not quite) so there’s that for you
You never have time to hear me out, my head is filled with pain. Tortured within by fear and doubt, the negative voices reign. Am I not worth you giving an hour or two? To you is this all just a game? Or am I imagining this all in my head, my thoughts
Photo: Hearts and Rose by TheLob (Steve Laube) http://thelob.deviantart.com/art/Hearts-and-Rose-129148961 Thoughts of you run rampant through my mind. My head is in the clouds. Is it all part of the design? My heart cares not as it pounds. When I’m
I wish there was a Neosporin for the cuts on my heart @destiny-idgaf
commanderholly: bedupolker: Some illustrations for my poetry class. I wanted to do a picture book with poetry but I didn’t include the latter because… I don’t like writing……… Anyways it’s a story about a pigeon who falls in love with a
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I would love nothing more than to somehow have had the opportunity to meet Sylvia Plath. In my final year of school it’s obligatory for us, to study various poets, who are without a doubt extremely skilled. But when you compare the poetry of Plath
