old ways

i burned all to the ground,

[wateveridontcare]

[filmtvtoday]

[lovejs777]

Sebo art

[idolos-frases]

Y ya no pude hacerlo :((

[cherrylipscherrymind]

llevo noches mirando al oscuro cielo,

rezando,

anhelando,

implorando…

espero que las estrellas me escuchen,

espero que mis sueños se hagan realidad.

[cherrylipscherrymind]

y como le explico

al mar

que me estoy ahogado

en la tierra

[astriloquum]

Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"

[varshnarsh]

from juliaajay

[vexheart]

[cherrylipscherrymind]

cada vez que recibía algo de ti,

una llamada,

un mensaje de texto,

una caricia, una sonrisa,

las mariposas revoloteaban en mi estomago,

sentía una presión en mi pecho,

porque validaste mi existencia,

recordaste que aún respiro.

me diste ataques de pánico,

y los llamé amor.

me diste ansiedad disfrazada en un insecto

de vibrantes alas azules,

y lo llamé amor.

venías de visita, me decías lo bien que lucía,

cuanto amor por mi sentías,

y luego desaparecías

por incontables días.

[feral-ballad]

So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers – a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[manar-some]

[feral-ballad]

I was very often full of rage and despair. I was always lonely. In spite of all that I was and am in love with life… I made up stories and forgot about the cold and the dark. I know these are ways of surviving, but maybe a refusal, any refusal, to be broken lets in enough light and air to keep believing in the world – the dream of escape.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[tinta-y-cometas]

Nos toca aceptar que no controlamos nada, y que hacemos lo que podemos con lo que tenemos.

Khalem // Agosto 2022

[cherrylipscherrymind]

solo quiero que me des amor

de la única forma que sabes hacerlo.

[feral-ballad]

I never believed that my parents loved me. I tried to love them but it didn’t work. It has taken me a long time to learn how to love – both the giving and the receiving. I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and I know/knew it as the highest value. I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? I had no idea. I thought that love was loss.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[officialaudreykitching-deactiva]

[adrenaline]

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