[talkstotrees-deactivated2025061]

deeper | lost

please bear with me I’m a little bit broken and don’t function well I don’t understand any of you really so please do explain again why this place has to be the way it is

20/09/26-59

[yanqings]

Emily Palermo, What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado //  Word of Honor/山河令 , 天涯客/ Faraway Wanderers // Geoffrey Hill, Odi Barbare // Natalie Wee, from “Our Bodies and Other Fine Machines”  // Neil Hilborn, A Place Where Someone Loves You // L.M. Dorsey, She is Made of Chalk // Leila Chatti, Faulty // Katie Ward, Girl Reading // Trista Mateer

[feelblood]

“All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.”

— Edgar Allan Poe  (via perrfectly)

[quotemadness]

“We shall meet in the place where there is no more darkness.”

— George Orwell

[yourfavgoblin-deactivated202111]

So enter me now as your garden of Eden, Your gentle paradise. Even if it’s just in dreaming each and every night As I have made for you a homeland within me where there is no darkness, only light.

- moon-amore

[poeticallyemm]

[quotemadness]

“Re-create yourselves: and let this be your best creation.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[lifeinpoetry]

Did you ever feel as though something were rising up inside you. A fire-white ghost. Did you feel pity. And for whom.

— Tracy K. Smith, from “Einstein’s Mother,” published in Poem-a-Day

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”

[thesmophorae]

must my poetry be “good”? is it not enough to merely write a page in lowercase with no punctuation and never look at it again?

[rabbitinthemeadow]

A passing ode to those stalwart pines, those gentle keepers of winter, caretakers to a land in silent sleeping

// Part 1

[weltenwellen]

Frank O'Hara, from “Mayakovsky”, Selected Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

I became emergent.

my simian tumble, my velvet fictive, my freakish ecology

lifted

it was something only possible through a dialect

I digressed

some solar fixture before this

I assembled a trajectory

the selves

all lovely

did genuflect

— Liz Howard, from “Sentient: An Oration,” Infinite Citizen of the Shaking Tent

[olearypoetry]

O. Leary

[lifeinpoetry]

Let me tell you, dearest beloved, in the only way I ever could—

___

This failure of tongue: the bloom of  hunger when morning becomes the skin—

___

You walk to a mirror & never see yourself—

___

Have you ached for the world? You stare back into me until I exist—

— Michael Wasson, from “What Follows Is a Reconstruction Based on the Best Available Evidence,” published in Poetry

[quotemadness]

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”

— Ray Bradbury

[wildfairy]

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