Fragments Of Poetry

My name is Aubrey. These are my poems, writings, and fragments of thought.

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | thelittleran

[fragmentedpoetry]

It is a blessing to have enough breathing space to work through my traumas and shift from surviving to thriving. Even when it’s hard, even when it’s exhausting. 🌱

Repeat until it sinks in. | Aubrey Manahan

[fragmentedpoetry]

You don’t get to decide which parts of people are worthy of your time or which parts to keep. Real people are inconvenient are like that.

Take me as I am or not at all | Aubrey M.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“No trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds. Out of wounds and across boundaries.”

—

Leslie Jamison

[iwillbestronger]

ten truths you will learn growing up

i. when someone leaves this earth forever, the world will come to a halt for you but two years later the waves will break at the shore just the same and you will wonder how the moon can care so little that he’s gone.

ii. the only way home will never leave you is if you find it inside of you. you will learn eventually not to build it out of bricks, you will learn eventually not to build it out of people, either.

iii. you will outgrow the dreams you thought were all you ever wanted. you must understand that this is different from giving up.

iv. i know you always think you are the exception but when your friends move across the country, your hearts will grow apart. that does not mean they have any less of a place in it, but it will hurt.

v. no one is invincible and everyone you put on a pedestal is just skin and heart and bleeds as red as you.

vi. you will not always remember that you were born good enough.

vii. there will come a time - when you are twenty, when you’re thirty, when you are forty-three - where it will hit you at 2 am that the years you have lived are gone. that sixteen-year-old you lives inside of you but her skin is made from paper and photographs. you will scream and rage against time but 2014 will not come back. you will learn to live with that ache like you always do.

viii. you will keep on marking down dreams and wishes and plans as “i want to do that someday”, and one day you’re twenty-five and you realize that “someday” has passed a hundred times in the form of yesterday. you will promise to do better next time, but you will not always keep it.

ix. people will keep telling you that it gets better but they will never say when.

x. you are so filled with kindness, and others will not be kind to you. if you do not let that harden you, it will be a blessing, not a curse.

[kloudzzz]

“iii. you will outgrow the dreams you thought were all you ever wanted. you must understand that this is different from giving up.”

Fuck that hit me hard

[buttonpoetry]

“An accent is just a mother tongue that refuses to let her child go.”

—

Angelica Maria, “The Star Spanglish Banner”

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[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2375 by Tyler Knott Gregson

[ecstasism]

POEM WITH FISH BONE IN ITS THROAT

This clear day in June is an altar to women and their hands, some membrane broken when they smile or sing. So I am happened to again; the baffling ascendency of memory, like luminous fish in black water. We belong to them: creatures of their dreaming, small and held. Their bizarre carousel  turning in the perfumed night: iced coffee all summer, floral air, other people and their opalescence,  with their grief that glows in the dark, with music in their hair. A country has its own tectonic pulse, everyone can hear it  in another’s chest, everyone is waking up  in the mouth of something. Everyone is waking up  with something in their mouth. We must speak now or forever  be swallowing its bones.

[theadventureto-be]

glorious

[delta-breezes]

Michael Block | @mblockk

[fragmentedpoetry]

[quotemadness]

“I’m obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly and wonderfully so.”

— Michael Faudet

[lifeinpoetry]

Your body is a miracle, a kind of wounded desperation, an act of feral girlhood.

— Karese Burrows, from “Cannibal,” This Is How We Lost Each Other

[summersweeet]

via weheartit

[patternvomit]

[fragmentedpoetry]

“She was like wildfire. Too hot to touch, too close for comfort. Wild and a little reckless: she could destroy their whole lives before they ever felt the pain.”

Some loves are like magic, some like matchboxes. Some are both. | Aubrey Manahan

[thebeautifulwordlist]

Sententious

Adjective

[sen-ten-shuh s]

1. abounding in pithy aphorisms or maxims:     a sententious book.

2. given to excessive moralizing; self-righteous.

3. given to or using pithy sayings or maxims:     a sententious poet.

Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English < Latin sententiōsus meaningful. 

“Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth.” - Bertrand Russell

[fragmentedpoetry]

“There is a kind of silence that rings loudly in your ears long after the words have fallen.”

— Aubrey Manahan | Some things you can’t take back (via dreamingaboutcountingstars)