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weltenwellen: “Let me be false in others’ eyes, If faithful in my own.” — Emily Brontë, from “Honour’s Martyr”, Poems of Emily Brontë
wishbzne: ocean vuong, ‘my father writes from prison’ [ID: “there are things / I can say only in the dark” end ID]
soracities: “always water and darkness because now I eat the light; I am sun.” — Angel Dominguez, from “Don’t tell my mother if they kill me #2″ published in Brooklyn (via lifeinpoetry)
gothspinster: “I loved you, once: and love, it could well be, Within my soul lies unextinguished yet. But let the thought no longer trouble you. I would not bring you anguish or regret. I loved you with no words and to no end Now timorous, now jealous,
violentwavesofemotion: “I held you, or I never held you, or I held you briefly, once, long ago, and you kissed me while my heart kept time.” — Kelly Cherry, from “First Marriage,” featured in “When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary
antigonick: “This is me, anonymous, water’s soliloquy, all names, all voices, Slip-Shape, this is Proteus, whoever that is, the shepherd of the seals, driving my many selves from cave to cave…” — Alice Oswald, excerpt of Dart
megairea: “Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Lakes and moon and fires,” — Jean Toomer, from Evening Song; Caroling Dusk: an Anthology of Verse by Black Poets of the Twenties (ed. by Countee Cullen)
cruellheaven: “(My dear friend I don’t complain. It’s just another scar.)” — Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem Of The End in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein] (via adrasteiax)
salemwitchtrials: [ID: excerpt from ‘I’m One,’ a poem by May Swenson “I swallow the sun. I’m the one, the only one in my life.”]
hauntedbyillangelsonly: “[…] we are in love. He tenderly / gouges out my eyes.” -Kim Fu, ‘Lifecycle of the Mole-Woman’, from How Festive the Ambulance
decreation:jasper texas 1998, Lucille Clifton[ID: hope bleeds slowly from my mouth]
feral-ballad:Leonard Cohen, from Book of Longing[Text ID: “My heart will be hers”]
metamorphesque: — Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems [text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I’ve/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]
oldshowbiz:the roots of my every literary pursuit.
8-bitstories: download my poetry ebook here
8-bitstories: 2017download my poetry ebook here
zazzle-poetry: buy here
would anyone be into doing a commission of reid in a zazzle poetry gender-related sweatshirt? because I have a need.
fightingformyfitness: fightingformyfitness: First time I’ve been able to write anything in months. Reblogging bc I want people to see my poetry
westernwon: if science doesn’t make you want to write poetry you’re doing it wrong
i always want her for my own
raichuu: pressng: raichuu: cherry 7up is titties ????? i don’t explain my poetry often
fashion-is-my-poetry:Issey Miyake, 1995 by Sarah Moon
smallhorizons:bahatitx-deactivated20211216:green’s my colour.[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.The
ellenya: One day, one rhyme- Day 1739 In my poetry garden There is so much in bloom, Some sonnets like blood-red roses Others like peacock plume. I have a row of limericks That stand up proud and tall, They grow little haiku berries That ripen in the
corazon-del-leon replied to your post: Some guy in my poetry theory class, describing orgasms. Arm going numb? I think this guy might want to check his circulatory system. If faps and orgasms make your arms go numb, you’re in a bad place. Lord knows.
edwardedgarjames: my dog keeps trying to catch a fly,and i keep thinking about the way you look me in the eyes.
Cruelty Is My Poetry
the château of my heart
langleav: New piece, hope you like it xo Lang ……………. My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.
I want this Pablo Neruda poem tattooed into my skin
I really think I have a book now. I think I’m happy with my own editing. It’s incredibly intimidating to consider publishing but I think I may start that process soon.
Lang Leav just gets my heart
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I’m going to send them a rejection letter of their rejection letter and that I look forward to my book being published😭💔😒
hittings: “This is where i get my poetry done, because being a musician is half being a poet as far as i’m concerned.” Mac DeMarco Documentary, 2014
Haters say my dick is BIGGER
I will never stop having crushes on all the cute white boys in my poetry workshops during college
litafficionado: “In my poetry class, I’ve always had students memorize something, a few things. I feel that if they’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, if they haven’t written anything down all semester and just stared out the window, at least
story-dj: Poems from my poetry book, Could You Ever Live Without? - the full book contains over 90 poems - its available here.
where do these tendons connect? how does this skin not burst how does all of this work together when my head feels miles wide. i’m miles apart from myself. always at these fucking crossroads. and i’m afraid to choose because i might
bring me light bring me sun i can’t stand all of this night bring out the sun that i love make it warm make it glow the day it is too short my head is still in shock every time the sunlight disappears at five and what happened to the sunrise in
fall in love with the trees and the birds with the sky and the earth. all around me all that i can see all that my mind can comprehend is this natural beauty that never ends from the cool, giggling creek to the stoic, but gentle and strong trees that
When will it be Christmas With good will and cheer When will apple crisp mornings and empty canvas skies greet me at my door I want spices and autumn bakes Christmas cookies and family I want holiday cheer today I guess Just that good old time religion
For My Dearest Dove
Someone on feabie was confused as to why anyone would apparently give up muscles when “life is a lot fucking easier when you’re in shape” Like no shit. We know. And this was my response. And I’m quite proud of it.
I live A Bildungsroman, Not some eternal feminine. See me do a man’s work And see it not corrupt me I was already tarnished long ago. Purity is not among my virtues Thirst and aching desire to know the world are counted by me as assets I have
newspaperblackout: A blackout by chelseyculmann: My blackout poem for Michael, on our four year anniversary. Lovely. Happy anniversary! —AK
lithografos: I still hide you in my poetry.. Marc Razon.
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