I Write Shitty Poems & Post Them for Strangers

I let my pens bleed instead of my skin.

[agelesslibrary]

Poets are the painters of human experience, capturing the colors of their heart in verse.

— agelesslibrary

[intimatum]

Kate Baer, New Year

[bleedingpens]

Tethered 12/22/22

[rainreads-deactivated20250201]

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

[apatheticfluorescence]

Who is sleeping underneath me on the other side of earth

[existential-celestial]

who do i wake on the other side of my dreaming?

[fairydrowning]

"My darling, you hold so much sadness in your eyes I can almost touch the scars of your soul and cry."

– Alexandra Vasiliu

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Hour of the Star.”

[ruhlare]

the night sky reminds me of you

[ruhlare]

[sadclowncentral]

2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

[optimisticexpertarbiter]

LOVE HER WILD. 

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Atticus

[chillpotato]

- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[perfeqt]

“If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.”

— Paulo Coelho

[ritikajyala]

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

[tombsaint]

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

[perfectquote]

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

"I am destroying myself so other people can't," she said, "and it's the worst kind of control but it's the only form I know."

— (via sofijasofia)