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havingapoemwithyou

litany for the morning after by Zeyn Joukhadar

#zeyn joukhadar #poetry #poem #words

secondpersonpoetry

Hannah Green, Xanax Cowboy

#hannah green #poetry #poem #words

"I am not sure which I prefer: To be taken for something that I am not, or to fail at being what I am."

—Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

#the everlasting #una everlasting #alix e. harrow #alix harrow #owen mallory

"You are strong...Look at all you've done. But no one survives this world alone."

—Ava Reid, A Theory of Dreaming

#ava reid #a theory of dreaming #atod

feral-ballad

Tishani Doshi, from Girls Are Coming Out of the Woods; “Ode to Patrick Swayze”

#tishani doshi #words #desire

weltenwellen

Ruth Awad, “Reasons To Live”

#poetry #ruth awad #poem

brandneweyescd

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again

choysum

Anne Boyer

#anne boyer #poetry #poem

havingapoemwithyou

lullaby at 102º by Traci Brimhall

#traci brimhall #poetry #poem #words

Stacking Cistern My Bones on Top of Your Bones on Top of Your Bones

by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

#poetry #poem #gabrielle calvocoressi

weltenwellen

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

"All my life I watched my mother contemplate an exit, hovering between a conversation & a doorway. Her sleep, medicated & rich. I imagine, in her dreams she is tall with laughter. I feel most like her son when I am lonely—a child again, dragged by her to a party I enjoyed, but then stopped enjoying. In our future, there are two cabs idling in the driveway, which is a cowardly way of saying, I cannot kill myself until my mother dies. If joy is what tethers us to this life then most days, my mother & I float above the pavement, tied together by the fraying threads of her nightgown. All my life I’ve bitten at the knots of my solitude. No one wants to be alive when they’re forgotten. When she is gone, who will call my name?

"& I should mention hope, since hope is what disarms the bomb when the city clutches their children goodnight, the red wire blue wire optimism of my mother’s voice, when she says, I don’t need friends, just you & in me still a child refusing to accept the terms of her mercy & how many times have I been told you’ll understand when you’re older, or how many times have I heard, we’re all gonna die one day—boring hopelessness, clearing the table before we eat, which is fine. Who needs a last meal? Who needs a good reason to leave the party before things get weird? So maybe that’s hope. Maybe hope is stopping the story before it’s over, before the inevitable messy end. O monger of the broken records. O monger of the early birthday present. Push me from the highway overpass—let’s leave the story there, let’s leave the body whole in mid-air illuminated by oncoming headlights, a tiny song, a pixel in the pixelated mouth of hope, or whatever it is that propels us through the door of tomorrow & since there was no key, I guess I’ll swallow the door."

—Hieu Minh Nguyen, "Notes On Staying"

#hieu minh nguyen #notes on staying #poetry #poem #cw: suicidal ideation

imissthembutitwasntadisaster

When I tell you "whatever state you are, I'll be that state's bird" made me audibly gasp

#ada limón #ada limon #poetry

reader-twisted

“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.

#words

weltenwellen

Devin Kelly, from “All That Wanting, Right?”

somekindx

I wanted a poem to come out of my sadness, but no poem came. I wanted a revolution to come out of my burnout, but no revolution cam

#devin kelly #poetry #poem

"You have to move towards the unknown, the mystery. the condition of not knowing is the first step of knowledge. Don’t be afraid of not knowing. You owe it to yourself to go to the root of the mystery."

—Ocean Vuong [X]

#ocean vuong #the emperor of gladness