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50shadesofdistance
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“These poems they are things that I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are”
— June Jordan, from “These Poems”
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“once, you could throw a rock into a wave for someone waiting on the other side of your life. smoother by the time they found it. a palm washed up to shore. once, stones in a pocket didn’t mean walking into the sea.”
— Jess Rizkallah, “the prefix mar means sea,” published in The Rumpus
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dreams
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“Nothing before you counts, and I can’t imagine an after.”
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park
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extramadness
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Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “Snapshot,”
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This speaks to me on a weird level that makes me want to sob a little.
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Comet, 2014
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“We try to survive ourselves.”
— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993
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by alicia eggert (+)
Source: visual-poetry
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not to flex on anyone but i’ve never wanted to fuck a serial killer
I am lost in my mind, I get lost in my mind. - Head and the Heart
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50shadesofdistance
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Of Monsters and Men- Organs
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I am not the kind that can be emptied.
Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Silence,” (via violentwavesofemotion)