With Heart Wide Open

[gmabwords]

go in an unbroken peace

with fewer memories than you had last year

and this seemingly

blessedly

endless supply of iodine tablets

so that slowly, everything once touched is purified

and this time without any need for rites

you are clean. you are healing.

hit the gas

[gmabwords]

it was already too poetic for poetry, but that didn't stop me, because it never has, not about this

my brain said, "you know the ending that waits like the wall before a crash-test dummy, and you can only hang in the space before the airbag inflates in dreams"

sometimes I want her the way teenagers want to hold their first teddy bear again

[gmabwords]

This is a scary time to be alive, but my coat is warm, my friends love me, and I have stories to tell.

Surviving a plague in real time, 3.20.20

[sunsbleeding]

HANDS SPEAK SECRETS (acrylic on paper) https://www.instagram.com/sunlightafterdark/?hl=en

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“To heal is to touch with love that which was previously touched by fear.”

— Stephen Levine

[gmabwords]

I'm sorry for the things I said about you when we made our mistakes.  A lot of years made a lot of difference in my opinion.

7.10.19

[gmabwords]

and even with all this no one ended up happy that night we all just cried and screamed under the clouds and the fireworks

12.20.15, apparently

[gmabwords]

I'm thinking again of the purification  of my body of my heart of my soul touched by those who came before tarnished with the oils of their hands made fresh and clean again in these wrongs made rites still, we are forgiven

this time seven years ago I didn’t have a heart, 5.12.19

[gmabwords]

But this was never meant to last, and any longevity is just a testament to your teeth

[andhumanslovedstories]

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowing stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh … . And eyes big love-crumbs and possibly i like the thrill of under me you quite so new

e.e. cummings (via piyo-13)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I was born to be your poet. I am the woman, your poet. All that I am.

Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “In The Pines,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[beholdingslut]

“if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.”

— s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via lifeinpoetry)

[i-take-a-deep-breath]

Stop all the clocks (Funeral blues)- W.H. Auden

[gmabwords]

It's a fun little metaphor-- the skeleton that oversaw Our meeting, and our separation Moved into upstairs storage In a different exhibit But in the same place in our hearts The same as I did with you

#YOUonthemove, Chicago (via somewhere else)/10.22.18

[gmabwords]

To my past self, circa 2008: this is not what you thought I'd be doing, sure, but sometimes the seeds we plant bloom an unexpected color."

10.5.18

[prorneth-eus]

“you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; / your need grows teeth.” - margaret atwood. saturday night poetry doodles

[wordsnquotes]

I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams    (via wordsnquotes)