ambedere

"here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams"

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

[soundsofmyuniverse]

Witold Pruszkowski - Falling Star, 1884.

[weltenwellen]

Emily Skaja, from “Thank You When I'm An Axe”, Brute

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from “The Straw is Too Long, the Axe is Too Dull", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[petaltexturedskies]

You know, we thank some people for merely living at the same time as we do I thank you for the fact that I met you, that I will remember you for all my life

Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

[ololygas]

social skills training, solmaz sharif

[two-bees-poetry]

[kiragecko]

[Image shows a poem with a space down the middle. The poem can be read in full, or either side can be read separately. The left side is titled, "lady macbeth", and the right side is titled, "macbeth".

Together they read,

i love you you have transformed me with strange tenderness and i am the monster that startles me in the mirror. and i have come full circle. i cannot allow this. this is me, myself as I was destined to be from my birth. so soft it hurts.

The lady macbeth side reads,

i love you with strange tenderness that startles me and i cannot allow myself to be so soft

The macbeth side reads,

you have transformed me and i am the monster in the mirror. i have come full circle. this. this is me, as I was destined from my birth. it hurts.

End ID.]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac”, Blue Horses

[soporificsedatives-deactivated2]

Madeleine L'Engle

[writingsforwinter]

New poem.

[feral-ballad]

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

To the Bone, Dorothy Allison 

[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]

[feral-ballad]

June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”

[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]

[weltenwellen]

Pablo Neruda, from “I Have Gone Marking”, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair