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iliacl: “you are something unholy inside of me. something monstrous. something great.” — [ bezalel ] aliya g.
lifeinpoetry: “In your love I am sometimes redeemed / a stranger / to myself.” — June Jordan, from “On Your Love,” Directed By Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan
nayyirahwaheed: poem. from salt. by nayyirah waheed.
woman, amen
the château of my heart
velvet bones.
lifeinpoetry: “I was / just a body I didn’t know.” — Anna Meister, from “My Own Hell to Raise,” published in glitterature for the mobs
sadyoungliterarygirls: “On an October night when witchery can occur…” — Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “February Third,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
sheer delight and gratitude;
adrasteiax:Margaret Atwood, from Siren Song in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″
mashamorevna: “Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.” — Edgar Allan Poe, The Collected Letters Of Edgar Allan Poe (via violentwavesofemotion)
she lives in dreams...alone
violentwavesofemotion: Marianne Moore, from The Selected Poems of Marianne Moore: “In The Public Garden,”
ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit:elisabeth hewer
lifeinpoetry: I wanted to be loved morethan I wanted to bealive. For so long I thought not to beloved is good but to be lovedis to be good. All those years, convinced — surelyI must be bad, the wayyou keep punishing me. — Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,”
venettaoctavia: “You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.” — Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from my chapbook, “What We Left Behind”
violentwavesofemotion: Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “In The Dugout,”
violentwavesofemotion: Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”
syringavulgaris:Mary Oliver, Worm Moon
violentwavesofemotion: Vladimir Mayakovsky, tr. by Daniel Weissbort from “At The Top of my Voice,”
sagmoonn: Maggie Nelson, something bright, then holes
weltenwellen:Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
inscendence
DEAR OLD FRIENDS,
megairea:Yves Olade, from When Rome Falls; Bloodsport, 2017
megairea: Angela Carter, from Unicorn
my body; the exit wound
sea-born
derangedrhythms:Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through,Charlotte Mew, from ‘In Nunhead Cemetery’, published in 'The New Faber Book of Love Poems’, ed. James Fenton
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derangedrhythms:Oh the blackness is murderousAnne Sexton, Love Poems; from ‘Again and Again and Again’
derangedrhythms:Come back. Sound my deep and I / will fathom you.Rebecca Lindenberg, from ’Unsonnet: Dark Matter’
theoptia:Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis”Text ID: I’ve always preferred Cain. / His angry / loneliness, his / lack of mother’s / love, his Christian / sarcasm: “Am I / my brother’s keeper?” / asks
feral-ballad:Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “For Vincent Van Gogh, Patron Saint of Psychotic Manic Depressives”
feral-ballad:Carol Ann Duffy, from Rapture; “Absence”
feral-ballad:Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “On punching the dude who tried to pull me out of the pit:”
feral-ballad:Carol Ann Duffy, from Rapture; “If I Was Dead”
feral-ballad:Linda Pastan, from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems; “March”
feral-ballad:Plato made up a story about love once. Trying as we all do to assign meaning to the longing of blood and muscle. He said that Before the world was the world each person was two people connected as one, sharing the churning bile of organs,
feral-ballad:This morning I woke up so in love with you I didn’t know what to do with my body, which was far from yours… I don’t know how this happened. I just woke up one morning and you were the blood in all my poems.Clementine Von Radics, from
feral-ballad:Linda Pastan, from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems; “Old Woman”
feral-ballad:Linda Pastan, from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems
theoptia:Henri Michaux, from Five Poems by Henri Michaux; “Repose In Unhappiness”Text ID: I am the ruin you made.
cithaerons:Richard Crashaw, Sancta Maria Dolorum
poetry in motion
Poetry in Motion...
Contraband.
Fire Flies.
I remember writing this about a couple people in my life at the time. Nostalgia at it’s finest.
Paradox.
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