you can't kill prose

it's practically indestructible. Female / nineteen / Leo / queer / rampant minded / I write poems for people so you might be asked if you'd like one

[thoughtkick]

“Saying nothing sometimes says the most.”

— Emily Dickinson

[curseofmxcbeth]

dark nights, crumpled tweed blazers, ink smudged hands, heels clicking on stone floors, morning fog, annotated poems, cracked marble busts, dusty library shelves, dark paintings that no one really understands, old love letters, the soft brush of a hand, haunted hallways, intense stares, staying up all night to write.

[times-like-these-deactivated202]

This this this

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘252′ c. 1861

[daught-er]

~ Emily Dickinson

[yourgoat]

*sees a feather on the ground* *small gasp* a gift

[lovingnolove-deactivated2023010]

[starlyt]

my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like.

[emilyslittlenobody]

I steal

The sunlight 

From the golden diadem

Atop the wooden sun

Siphoning each whole shadow

From my leaning heart

I douse them

The flames they cry

In sounds of unwoldlike desire

The passion they exude

Pretends my vision

To ash

The bright returns

To her infirm skull

I was a deity

I am a fool

Too bashful to rule

I stand in the gloom

And sulk for hours.

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

“Dear One, and I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.”

— Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Susan Gilbert, c. April 1852

[adrasteiax]

“I can wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I’m used to that.”

— Emily Dickinson, from Part One: Life (XXXV) in “The Collected Poems Of Emily Dickinson”

[adrasteiax]

“There was no earthly parting. She slipped from our fingers like a flake gathered by the wind, and is now part of the drift called “the infinite”.”

— Emily Dickinson, from To Louise And Frances Norcross, November, 1882 in “Letters Of Emily Dickinson”

[adrasteiax]

“She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. (…) She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s eve;”

— Emily Dickinson, from Part Four: Time And Eternity (XXVIII) in “The Collected Poems Of Emily Dickinson”

[quotemadness]

“The brain is wider than the sky.”

— Emily Dickinson

[emilydickinsonshistory]

“So sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole?Sweet Hour, blessed Hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper Good bye, again. I have thought of it all day, Susie, and I fear of but little else, and when I was gone to meeting it filled my mind so full, I could not find a chink to put the worthy pastor; when he said “Our Heavenly Father,” I said “Oh Darling Sue”; when he read the 100th Psalm, I kept saying your precious letter all over to myself, and Susie, when they sang — it would have made you laugh to hear one little voice, piping to the departed. I made up words and kept singing how I loved you, and you had gone, while all the rest of the choir were singing Hallelujahs. I presume nobody heard me, because I sang so small, but it was a kind of a comfort to think I might put them out, singing of you. I a’nt there this afternoon, tho’, because I am here, writing a little letter to my dear Sue, and I am very happy. I think of ten weeks — Dear One, and I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. The sun does’nt shine at all, but I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.”

— Emily Dickinson, April 1852 letter fragment to Susan Gilbert Dickinson

[adrasteiax]

“Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart. A little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes, (…)”

— Emily Dickinson, from To Mrs. Samuel Bowles, Summer, 1863? in “Letters Of Emily Dickinson”

[antigonick]

“Can human not survive Without a listener?”

— Emily Dickinson, excerpt of “The reticent volcano keeps”, in Une Âme en Incandescence / Incandescent Soul