MONSTER ? OR MESSIAH ?

aesthetic side-blog to monsterey

[neckkiss]

Original Sin (2001)

[hecklerandcock]

[jewahl]

[lifeinpoetry]

I forget what I called thirst before I knew the word.

I probably called it empty & begging, standing at the edge of the ocean. 

— Meghan McClure, from “How to Find Water,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry

[terpsikeraunos]

νίψαντο δ᾽ αἷμα, σταγόνα δ᾽ ἐκ παρηίδων γλώσσῃ δράκοντες ἐξεφαίδρυνον χροός. - They washed off the blood, and from the flesh of their cheeks serpents cleared the droplets with their tongues.

Euripides, Bacchae, 768-7 (via terpsikeraunos)

[visual-poetry]

»nocturne« by bob grumman (+)

[lifeinpoetry]

inhale—try not to remember how desperate you’ve been for touch—yes ignore it—that hitch of your heart

— Brionne Janae, from “Child’s Pose,” published in Poem-a-Day

[lifeinpoetry]

my mind gasolined while I ate her in the orchard.

Shira Erlichman, from “The Deer,” published in The Rumpus (via lifeinpoetry)

[outcrying]

forgive me— yes, there is blood running down my chin. no, my teeth will not retreat back into my mouth.

from a poem i’ll never finish, 2016 | n.p (via outcrying)

[wordsnquotes]

The night is starry, and she is not with me. That is all.

Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write. (via wordsnquotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

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Chelsea Wolfe - Fight Like Gods

Help us forget when we drink and feel the strength of the moment

[percyfraser]

I wrote you a letter on the boat just now. I wanted to make sure I got it all down. Everything I should have said long before.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018) dir. Mike Newell

[iceheavy-branches]

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But I dont know if you can help it. Maybe I’m just being selfish.

[lukearnold]

[darktypes]

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don’t let it in with with no intention to keep it jesus christ! don’t be kind to it honey, don’t feed it. it will come back

[aphroditzy]

[outcrying]

i think there are parts of me that will always think i love you, no matter how much i tell them that i don’t. my heart will still crawl its way up my throat when someone mentions your name next to hers. maybe crawl isn’t the right word. when i am pretending to be happy for you, my heart grows limbs and grips the top of my windpipe to pull itself up. i choke on the muscle expanding and contracting rapidly in my throat. it takes everything in me not to cough up blood.

i’ve gotten used to the taste of copper in my mouth | sept. 4, 2016 (via outcrying)