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"Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return…"

- Derek Walcott, from "Bleecker Street, Summer" (via weissewiese)

(Source: fluttering-slips)

weissewiese:

"How great must it be / to be not needy? / An irrational / deep magnet / whose lack of reciprocity is valued / as a lack of rust."
llapen

"How great must it be / to be"
"compared to this / falling of tiny oak trees"
"rising grass, / looking for the sun"

(from “Barely Composed” by Alice Fulton, and “Fall” and “Spring” by Mary Oliver)

"And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed."

- Maya Angelou (via artblackafrica)

(Source: honeyandelixir)

"Perhaps the great error is believing
we’re alone,
That the others have come and gone —
a momentary blip —
When all along, space might be choc-full of traffic,
Bursting at the seams with energy we neither feel
Nor see, flush against us, living, dying, deciding,
Setting solid feet down on planets everywhere,
Bowing to the great stars that command, pitching stones
At whatever are their moons. They live wondering
If they are the only ones, knowing only the wish to know,
And the great black distance they — we
— flicker in."

- Excerpt from Life On Mars by Tracy K. Smith (via wildthicket)

dear winged, by erin murphy

weissewiese:

The opposite of water,
lighter than dried ink, thinner
than a garlic bulb’s paper

skin. The thought before
we think, echo set adrift,
white silk ribbon unraveling

on an unexpected gift.
Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells — and as strong.

The way we leave this
place. The only grace note
in our only song.

Danielle Vogel

"

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

"

- Jorge Luis Borges (via anemptyspace)

(Source: oofpoetry)

"

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

"

- by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: ughpasta)

In My Own Quietly Explosive Here by June Jordan

greydotmatters:

In my own quietly explosive here
all silence isolates
to kill the artificial suffocates
a hunger

Likely dying underground
in circles hold together
wings
develop still regardless.

June Jordan
Directed by Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan
p. 70 


by Stephen Dobyns

"nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.
nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t."

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