1000 Poems to Save Your Life

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[tylerknott]

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[yesisaidyesiwillyes]

“Take a body, dump it, drive. Take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently. All your dead, unfinished selves and dump them gently. Take only what you need.”

— Richard Siken, from Birds hover the trampled field (via adrasteiax)

[lifeinpoetry]

Hundreds of sad boys have written you poetry

haven’t they              Haven’t they             I’ll drown them all

— C. Bain, from “Narcissus,” published in underbelly

[deeplystained]

“I pay to shoot guns in an alleyway. Remember his tortured smile and magazine wrists. I try to grow thyme, live with thirty one people and call myself stable. I surround myself with cats and houseplants and forget his last name. I clip my nails too short and bleed into the sink. I go to our pizza place and forget how much not crying hurts. I taste your coke, lick at your obituary. I am lockdown, intoxicated tongue. I demo a kitchen, a bathroom, a heart. Chip my knuckle. Ruin my only mouth.”

— Anatomy of Grief, by Katie Pukash (via allloversbetray)

[shadowami]

“Today I’ve felt the whole river in my arms. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, of love and death.”

— Dulce María Loynaz, from Against Heaven: Poems; “Last Days of Home,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lunch-poems]

[punlovsin]

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[soracities]

Denise Levertov

[amodestcollection]

Hi there, I am the one who submitted the poem called "The Compass" to you. If you don't believe me, I can even explain my thought process behind writing it. But I was wondering if you could now delete it. I'm trying to get it published onto another website, but because it is posted here, the moderators for the other website believes I copied and pasted it from this website and I didn't write it. But I did indeed write it. Thank you!

it has been done. if you ever want to share with us again, you will always be welcome to do so. <3

[amodestcollection]

(I) I cannot recall you that first instance because my problems were probably blocking you from sight, so it was the second day -I can say for sure- that I witnessed your shining and it was a sight to behold that heavenly glow and I do not blame myself when I think of the many battles I have lost and have lost and have lost. (II) If you’re wondering why I’m writing this it’s because I’m sick of whining about what your love has turned me into; something I can no longer recognize in mirrors at home or at night when all is quiet and calm. And I think these word will be the last I’ll use to “let you go” even though the “art of letting go” is a myth only fools believe in. But for now it’s a matter of trying to breathe without thoughts of you suffocating me. Until I get to that point where I’ll learn. And I will make these words my goodbye to you before our love breaks and makes monsters out of the both of us. (III) I will not let it break and make monsters out of the both of us. (IV) And I do not blame myself when I think of the many battles I have lost and have lost and have lost to you. You are golden everywhere.

-You Are Golden Everywhere

[amodestcollection]

heart

We had four shots of whiskey last night  We fucked in the dirty bathroom, my hands against the wall

I threw up after about three ill-advised cigarettes  Or maybe it was from the lump in my throat

“I like your cock” I said even though I was barely thinking of you

“Yeah” you didn’t believe me

I don’t blame you. It was an empty thing to say 

And you could tell I was thinking about him

I thought of him later, said his name like a mantra in my head while I bent over the sidewalk curb, puked, outside the club, 4am, hating myself

-supersadgirlsclub.tumblr.com

[amodestcollection]

Here i am, Feel lost inside My heart is full of pain Wish i could change my time I am Being unfairly judged Everyone has turned their back on me People i loved have come n gone Feel so worthless all the time Wish the clock would stop Before god tells me Its my time to go  Wish i could be jubilant once again Forget the mess that ends up in pain Want to survive once again

[amodestcollection]

Here i am, Feel lost inside My heart is full of pain Wish i could change my time I am Being unfairly judged Everyone has turned their back on me People i loved have come n gone Feel so worthless all the time Wish the clock would stop Before god tells me Its my time to go  Wish i could be jubilant once again Forget the mess that ends up in pain Want to survive once again

[amodestcollection]

She was afraid to sleep at night

not because she had insomnia

or another spectral dream

she was afraid to lay in her bed

at 10:00

because she knew

that by the time

she open them again

it'll be a new day

she'll face the same old things

she wished would all vanish

and to tell you the truth

she's too frail

for everything

for everyone 

was just too

exhausting

[michellekpoems]

There is a difference between surviving and living acceptance and forgiveness. One is freedom, the other adorns the neck of heavy burdened broads with pride. One holds the key, too timid to touch the chains.

Michelle K., And No One Believes You. (via michellekpoems)

[lifeinpoetry]

Go. Leave the apartment threadbare,      stripped of its sheets & area rugs.

(Re)discover lands long colonized      & all the sweet spice & pussy unearthed

(& colonized) by generations before you.      Congratulations young wanderer.

Find whatever sunsets or forbidden      indulgences might adorn your next poem.

Find love. Find a god. A backbone. Go.      Learn a new preparation for lamb

with lemon & figs or an ancient word      for coward. Go on, search for your soul

or some kind of forgiveness.      This isn’t riddance, dear boy.

                                       It’s a burial.

— Jeanann Verlee, “The boy moving overseas asks to meet for coffee to address our “miscommunication” about his ongoing friendship with a man who raped me,” published in Vinyl

[pairedaeza]

how I traced my finger down your spine                  when you slept, your spine                  is the ascent of the crane                  toward the sunshine, and my hands my face my torso and chest and legs and hips became air, a blue cold arctic air you glided up in your song of winter love. Jimmy Santiago Baca

[eyescommabright]

“I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.”

Andrea Gibson  (via haemus)

[bostonpoetryslam]

i want him to know i am not lonely          i have ghosts i have my illnesses          i have a mouthful of half-languages          & blood thick with medication doctors line up to hear my crooked heart

Safia Elhillo, “Abdelhalim Hafez Wants to See Other People,” from Asmarani (via bostonpoetryslam)