May 2013
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walterblakeknoblock:
Our relationship was tragic and based on fear. I was scared she didn’t love me and she was scared I’d leave. We were like ropes on the dock, frayed and tangled, sure that we were bound together, but unaware of how or why.
cairovercoat:
have you ever been reading a book and then it PUNCHES YOU VIOLENTLY IN THE GUT
Fingers Never Fing
dr-gibberyshrooms-md:
under my fingernails, specks of truth, reflect lights hood winked spectacle, as though my hands, are more than flesh, are more than muscle, are more than bones, creations created to create, finding solace in simplest movements, like the arch of your spine.
get-a-roof:
That awkward moment when a sentence doesn’t end the way you think it cranberries.
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In The Garden of Eden
eating-poetry:
No one tells much about it, but there were vultures in the Garden of Eden, Turkey vultures, to be exact. Dark eagles, they would soar like gods voiceless, their wings held out in blessing, their unfeathered heads the red jewels of the sky of the garden.
They were vegetarian then. There were no roadside kills, no bones to pick, no dead flesh to bloom, ripen.
And they were...
April 2013
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truthlackslyricism:
do you ever wonder if maybe the rain is trying to talk to us but it hasn’t learned our language yet? maybe the trees are swaying to the music we make when we cease to be afraid of living. maybe it’s trying to dance with us. maybe the stars are trying to say something but we just haven’t learned the words they’re using. and maybe the moon hangs from the sky on a noose to keep...
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onlyeverything-below:
god shoots heroin and every time he pushes down on the syringe, the sky lights up. it is just a shame i can’t feel the same euphoria. i can only feel the rainclouds spilling their cold guts. i am writing songs about the rain like children so often do but nobody will write songs about me. aren’t i just as cold? aren’t i just as desperate?
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Day 327
straylovers:
if you have
a hole in your heart let me fill it with light
the kind the stars die for
and one word at a time, let me fill it with poetry
because it is the strength found in bone marrow
if you don’t believe me the anthropologies are proof
of how verses bleed out of broken jaws
but a piece-wise empty heart would be a terrible sadness.
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I’ll drum my fingers
against your beating heart,
layered beneath skin and bone,
lonely in its own cavern.
Knock,
knock.
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“Who told you we were a beacon of liberty from the very beginning? Why would they...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Fates Worse Than Death (via vonnegutphile)
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lessons-in-morbidity:
I want to hold you
like I do my cello—
with all ten fingers
and just a sigh to strum
the distances between
strings.
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i never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair until your teeth grazed my pulse and i realized you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms but instead you chose to kiss
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stephrc79:
kortniisakuriboh:
I can almost guarantee that Google thinks I’m a psychopath. My last three searches were “Is it possible to slit your own throat?” “Does ripping skin make a sound?” and “How long would it take for someone to bleed out through their forearm?”.
But I’m not insane, I promise.
I’m a writer.
The last sentence negates the previous one.
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Nonexistence
Sometimes I hear children screaming in the middle of the night past the ticking of the clock on my wall and the nightmares that haunt me.
[[MORE]] Their screeching sounds like the prolonged squawk of a blackbird, resounding off the walls and ringing in my ears and I hope to God it stops before I claw them off myself if I don’t go deaf first. They sound desperate, and I hear...
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Day 01 - Best book you read last year
I think I’d have to say Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut.
There are many reasons for this. I read it for the first time last year, and it was what made me want to continue reading his work (and what has gotten me this far). Overall, it kind of struck me in a sensitive place, as his books often do, because it gave me the sense that life sometimes...
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whatladybird:
The first time I say I love you, your face crumbles. You look at me the way man stares in terror at the stars and the sea.
You grasp your head, fist your hair, hiss, whisper why me why me I am weak I am dirt I am dust I am nothing—
Why you? Because the earth is made of dust and dirt and you are as essential to me as earth is to sky; you give me something to set my sun...
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A Portrait of the English Major as a Young Woman:... →
janelwritespoetry:
the boy with the coffee-coloured eyes tells me that writers are prophets: he points out times when they have described futures beyond their time all-too-well - he lists a few of my favorites: fitzgerald. bradbury. orwell. they painted tragedy before the colors…
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“let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise...”
– E. E. Cummings (via bottlebohemia)
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ao-oa:
she swallows men, like her cigarettes, and dissipates as smoke. what’s left of me is ashen disease, and the memory of being whole.
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peanutbutta:
It either takes me 5 months to read a book or I read five of them in 2 days. There is no inbetween.
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trainstationmemories:
When you’re reading a book and you come to a part that makes it hard to breathe, and you slowly close the book and put it down for a moment while you scream inside because you know that reading the next several hundred pages will be the most stressful experience of you life thus far… and then you take a deep breath and pick up the book again.
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30 Day Challenge Archive: Book 30 Day Challenge →
Day 01 - Best book you read last year Day 02 - A book that you’ve read more than 3 times Day 03 - Your favorite series Day 04 - Favorite book of your favorite series Day 05 - A book that makes you happy Day 06 - A book that makes you sad Day 07 - Most underrated book Day 08 - Most overrated book Day 09 - A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving Day 10 - Favorite classic book Day...
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“‘If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put...”
– War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy (via inspector-minerva)
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So I reorganized my meager personal library.
Finally. Maybe I’ll be able to find everything now.
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March 2013
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You know, spending a few hours in a small, used book store is one of my favorite activities. If not for the surprise of what I’ll find, it would be the people that make my day.
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“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say...”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via littlerfish) 